Winter Morning Commute

A vast non-committal sky
stretches out pale cold
past shy clusters of cloud
– even they fear the chill
in their pointless parade
across Guateng’s dry winter
collage of smoky mornings
traffic copters tracing highways
crawling past billboards
exalting the latest
the greatest
– fastest ever
containing the same number
of days and nights as before
every year seems smaller
more precious
more fragile
– fleeting