Time Stops

That time just after a huge storm--
A torrent of wonder, routine surprise
And mundane experience.
Things seem so quiet; the world
Is tired, as if hours beyond
The truth have passed.
Fatigue.

The weary have come and gone,
But their impression stays.
Even as the sun moves lower
You see them as they were
Only so long ago.
Their images, frozen yet moving
So fast.

When you worry that things will end
Yet feel them just beginning,
When you cannot see past the fog in your eyes
Yet you feel you know what comes,
When nothing moves, finished
But only halfway through,
Time stops.