Windswept, time moves

As the clouds pass,

The tall grass

Flashes blue in the breeze,

Dusk settles inwards,

Invoking times steel trap

And herding men's minds

Through routine.

All across the town

People are setting aside books

And model sailing ships.

In dark small houses

They are brushing their teeth

And climbing into freshly

Laundered white sheets

Beside loved ones.

While they sleep the clouds will pass,

Like the wild geese,

Voyaging into the night.