Sat Aug 13 15:17:28 CDT 2005

Load Shedding

I woke up.
The fan had stopped.
The hot afternoon swept on outside.

Voiceless words.
"Welcome to the middle of nowhere!"

Thanks, but welcome me not.
For, I was always here.
I come from nowhere and go nowhere.

"Welcome to this moment.
Clear and still,
Still it must pass."

The fan started.
The breeze cooled off the sweat.
I went back to sleep.