As the sun rises, we sweep the yard. Dust lifts into the sky attempting to hold up a full moon's departure.
Night shifts to dawn,
Silence into creation.
The work of yesterday
Fostered beautiful sleep.
Eyes crusted over,
We break the settlement of time.
Just as the dust settles,
It is swept afloat again.
Hopes of yesterday, and dreams of tomorrow
Mimic this early morning haze.
Sun over the horizon,
The air is cleared.
Only by the wind, and only by our thoughts
Does the suffocation return.