WHEN TIME RUNS AWAY

When time runs away
from rain on windows
and drops in on another
sea and season on us
we ask for perspicacity
and the capacity
to survive the city life
out here in the Cape's country
under October's reddish leaves
and swelling tuber branches
to breathe and expand
by these aspen and poplar
on the greensward scythed
tall grassland trees
as the rain dissolves
brushing on my blanket
near a stone monument
of a hermetic past,
intercede for me,
you who hear my silence
amid the ocean sirens
in exile from love.