Regarding August 7th Poem by Bryan Riley

I had just started writing when she finally came home.
The day started back up where she had left it to brood, awaiting her arrival.
The silence, like an icicle in a windstorm, clinging desperately
to the roof's edge, fell to the floor and shattered there.
Horrified, I tried to pick it up and put it back together, but it was gone...
all of this last existing only in my mind, as it
hadn't actually happened yet.

Laughter in the high places, chaos and squalor
in the low. That is why I told you to take the other road.

The rattle of the machine
the soft hiss of the dying man's breath
a shadow perched at the corner of the eye,
disappearing on full sight-
everything coursing toward its
predestined end.

The subtle difference in the air, just underneath
the summer heat, signaling the change
that's coming soon

They warned us there would be high wind today-
heedless, we took to our little boats and tried
our best to navigate the river. Tossed about, we
fashioned our clothing into sails, and we sailed-
with renewed purpose, into the eye of the sun.

: Well, of course we were naked.....