restless

a storm is coming
in the sky to the west
the sun is setting
a slender ribbon of light
trapped between nightfall
and restless clouds

drip

pattern
of melt-water
drip
the breeze stirs
the chimes
they brush against
bare branches
the breeze slows
melt-water
dripping

what else?

the day is too still
to begin.
I hope the sun
never breaks
through the clouds.
I hope my mind stays
unclear
and every breath
barely a whisper.
what then?
what else?

a decade

I went back
to the old books
because
I couldn’t remember
their stories

it’s strange
how much can change in ten years

the characters
felt so different

I couldn’t
read the same pages again
where I had once found
myself

it’s strange
what a decade can change