Weighing My Shadow

in the morning my eyelids were heavy

caught between white clouds scraps

words were nailed in my temple bone’s middle

like dust grains from the evening wind

 

outside a little girl was skipping the rope

counting aloud her jumps

something was startling inside

like a stitch among ribs

a spinning top memory

an old pendulum clock

between myself and others’ time

measured with the same strings

 

there were times with many sunny dreams

I was running at dawn through springtime rain

when someone was calling me

the name seemed to be united with myself

carrying me everywhere

like a wonder defying gravitation

I kept my eyes closed

believing I could fly

sometimes I was answering back

my soles tied to the earth

 

today silence weighs heavier

ragged dreams fell in autumn dust

white threads are weaved tighter

memories can’t be untied

 

short days are slowly getting bright

tonight I shall sleep deeply ... yet

a little too late