Yesterday, without a sound,
\nthe wind went away.
\nThere were no feathers on the birds.
\nMy eyes fell asleep
\nbecause there was nothing in the air
\nthat would make them open.
\nA strange calm descended
\non a strange chaos.
\nEven light refused to budge
\nthrough the window,
\nand then I saw a man
\nwho stopped in the middle of the street
\nand seemed indifferent to the traffic
\naround him.<\/p>\n
And afraid at the odd shape
\nthe world was taking I asked,
\nwhy don\u2019t you cross?
\nWhat\u2019s going on?
\nAnd he frowned and said,
\nwhat difference does it make?
\nHis eyes were melting.
\nI shook my head.
\nThere were too many crossroads to cross.
\nThen he explained,
\nI am Time.
\nOld Man Time,
\nand I\u2019m tired of counting.
\nEverything depends on me
\nand my shoulders ache.
\nI nodded, stupefied.<\/p>\n
But you can\u2019t stop! I blurted.
\nThe silence is terrible!
\nThings are disappearing.
\nAnd he replied, would you count for me?
\nGive me rest from minutes and hours?
\nA bell went off and I woke
\nto an alarm.
\nMy ears rang,
\nand I heard the wind outside.
\nSaw the sun blazing through the window,
\nand shaken,
\nI fell back on my pillow
\nand whispered,
\nthank you for going on.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Yesterday, without a sound, the wind went away. There were no feathers on the birds. My eyes fell asleep because there was nothing in the…<\/p>\n