memory of light

I sit and stare at the passing clouds
over Treis Elies
while the sun revolves
around the orbit of my
still body.
silence is broken
only by an itching throat,
I cough
and wave the silence around me
it mutates and dances
sometimes as the sweet smell of pine trees
or as a distant whistling of the wind

here 

time is nothing

but a memory of light

days, dates and hours

are lost in this memory

what remains?

a cup of dusk at the cafe

or a walk in dense darkness

while my eyes wake up 

to the flooding light

the wings of a fly
echo in the silence
they carry a memory
of today
embedded permanently
in my conscious

it is good at times
to miss a bus or catch a wrong one
to encounter things
outside the prescription of life