
but the wind was gentle
hardly a wind
maybe a breeze
that tamed the sun
lengthened time
stretched, thickened,
behind my wings

It could be seen from afar, that it had lived, and been lived in and was its charm, the uncertainty of the white, the change of things, like the change of people, everything that seems permanent and all that dissolved.

seconds go by
regardless of the time
seconds are like drops
and time is like the ocean
that never see one another
*first posted in March 2019, reviewed and improved (hopefully) in March 2020

...and it goes by, and there is nothing to do about it, and the colors work together, nature gets involved, only a question of changing the angle, or watching more closely, or watching from afar, because there is nothing you can do about it. 
sometimes seconds are long,
like a cat that does not move,
until melting
in its shadow
while waiting for the next meal