JUSSI

A hot, sunny day,

without knowledge

one could call it beautiful,

missing the shadow cast

on all your thoughts

by the hands of the dial

moving, counting the minutes

together with those unceasing

hands of time to a likely end,

to one of those moments

for which there is

a before and after,

a dividing line drawn

across your existence

as another existence ends.

 

08.07.2024