a drizzle day, equinox, the birds

by walterdoege

that night, summer shifts into autumn…it was a drizzle day…the doves stand quietly at the corners and shelters over the roofs…other birds are arriving…and the birds that are building its house at my window work hard by morning…their house is bigger and prone to keep along the autumn and winter…that night, when day time was equal to night time…tonight, the nights are slowing being longer…the sun down earlier…at the sundown, I noticed a golden sky at horizon…all things were good…and after the finding of my glasstimer…I could spend some time watching the sand flowing from the upper site to the down site of the glasshour…that instrument that measures time by the trickling of sand from the upper to the lower compartment…the sand trickling…the sand movement…the sand flowing…from one time to another time…I satayed for a while just sensing the time through the sand trickling…from my childhood sand castles…this sand trickling from an upper to a lower point…one fixed route, from the past to futures…one immobile point, sensing and timing the ever roading time…the ever mobile time…roll on time, roll on sand, and let me go within…roll on, time, roll on, loving road…love, out of  time…out of somewhere…inside my heart…love, perhaps inhabiting the sand flowing…from childhood, to futures…as some beach, where the sand and the water sea time some timing…very near the sea…no matter where the ocean begin its ever motion, or rest for a while…the waves…some waving blues…some fine music…the ocean begins at the beach…the ocean rest at the beach…ever waving ocean…the ocean that refuses no river, no sea, no sight, no wondering…roll on, loving road…I get with me the glasshour…timing milleniuns…a timer of countless time…countless waves…reaching each of them…near my feet…waving ocean, waving loving road…the waves of love…I don’t surf the waves…the waves lead me within…to lovely, ever lovely futures and unknown beachs…territory of empty space…full of love…full of myself