Closing In

When I woke, it was incipient

and I could feel it coming,

even if the forces escaped my attention.

Ignoring my instincts, I carried on

lost in thoughts,
barely worth mention.

A warm wind rolls the dust

and by the afternoon, the sky is colored rust

Today’s work is not done, but I sit and watch
as the towers are built

in the afternoon swelter.

I should have seen it on the horizon,

the wreck my life is becoming.

It’s closing in...
and now there’s no time to get to shelter.