Ephemeral Echoes II

Tears fell from a burning sun today,
people ran scattered trying to catch
memories of how they felt while this
miracle happened.

And today I went to the movie theater
to watch a black and white noir
about a man looking for innocence,
the secrets were in the credits.

Today was an abstract thought,
everything spoke | like clouds.
The trees wanted freedom
from pollution. I fell to my knees.

And in that stillness, the earth hummed,
a low vibration running through my bones.
I asked the dirt beneath my hands
if it remembered the days before men,
before machines carved the sky.

I wandered home, but nothing felt real.
The shadows whispered my name in a language
I forgot how to speak. I longed for the days
when the stars were close enough to touch,
before they hid behind our concrete dreams.

Tomorrow, perhaps, the sun will fall again,
and the people will chase it once more.
But I wonder if they will remember
how the world weeps for us, or if
they’ll simply move on—forgetting the echoes.

:: 09.29.2024 ::