Dangling Intersections

Intersections hang from ceilings

Dangling wind chimes in the cool evening air

Outstretched upward gazes, looking for connections

Piecing together tomorrow’s road maps

Uncertainty in the air

Halting Time

Imprints on wheat fields

Looking up to the sky

Silhouetted hands blocking the sun

Chaff floating, attaching at the touch

Silence the color of my camouflaged surroundings

Listening to seconds fall from the sky

Gently accumulating on my chest

As if to say, it’s okay to halt time

At least just for now