Got old suddenly

Got old suddenly a Friday.
While driving.

When I turned the corner that should place me happily at the foot of the weekend.

At that moment,
at that cobble,
at that very piece of asphalt,
some hidden switch clicked
and yesterday and the day twenty years ago
placed at the very same distance.

It was not a process.

I didn't see it coming.

It was just all my life was behind me.
locked in a helium balloon floating aimlessly.
I had just pass some level point I had never heard about before.

I circled the block.
And then in the opposite direction...

All things happened and the unhappened ones,
had now the very same level of reality.

It will rain

There's a weird quietness in the city.
Seems it were covered with a veil.
Heat, flat and dense,
flutters still over the asphalted floor.
Sounds get mixed and spill
as huge oil drums overturned.
Air seem to hold its breath
and everything smells as in a bubble.
A soap bubble.

I think it will rain.