AFTERNOON

Afternoon descends as a silence
in possession of many words
inlaid within layers of air
without a voice, only the wind
no chords to syncopate
only my pen to tear apart
perceptibly the separation
of hours, to open, laying out
on the wet skein of evening
to dry, planted on this page.

c) Jan G. Otterstrom F.
    February 11 , 2011
    Over Costa Rica