The silence before sunset

The cat that looms around this building was lying on the porch

She was looking at me as I was going

A heavy duty bag over my left shoulder

I turned around and traced a smile

I waved my hand to say goodbye

The day is at its end

A fresh wind blows the sun

And the sun slowly descends

The clouds have this beautiful color of an orange peel

Pierced by sunlight with a grace like a water stream

Usually, all birds retreat to their nest at this hour

With chirping sounds everywhere. but the sky is sour

I only hear this deafening silence before the sunset

The nostalgia is heavy as I embark on my quest

I get in the car, I breathe

I hold on to a little piece of hope

Ways lead on to ways I observe

The panorama as I brave the road

Rachid Mouvengui Nzimbena

a.k.a. bluewsky