ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 4
TIMES OF SUN AND CLOUDS
morning half full of sun
I am your witness
the one whose attention
is memory immediately
your hands are clean
drought is bitter floods are grief
you have nothing to do with either
morning half full of clouds
there are plenty of suicides
to go around but not one
is yours I can swear it
till night comes
my oaths are as good as my word
which is given for nothing
which is spoken from shadows
which is now before my fellows
which is the shadow risen
between me and my fellows
I declare in the posture of poet
you have nothing to do with anything