Crossroads in the Sky

Dark kitchen shadows:
Bright sun streams through the window;
Books stacked on table.

 

As each day begins
Everything's so familiar;
(Everything's different).

Wires above road
Intersect at right angles:
Crossroads in the sky.

 

The Pampas are back--
Silver flashes in the sky;
Magic of sunshine.

It's turned warm again;
Not a cloud in the blue sky;
Shadows line the road.

Sitting silently
The old bench stands by itself;
No one comes to it.

 

Sound of grinding wood;
Dry leaves skitter on the road;
Sun kisses my face.

Absolute silence
Falls upon the empty road;
Not even crow cries.