Brain, Heat, Time (poetry warning)

This is a tanka cycle that I wrote for a poetry group on Multiply.

Brain, Heat, Time

Once, my brain worked right,
on command, reliably.
I sit here, blankly,
sure of nothing, only tired,
and think my mind was strong, once.

Dogs lie at the door,
tongues out, panting in the shade,
past the edge of which
the pulsing sun whips, defeats
the ground, the air, the plants, me.

Tock. The moments meld
together, one, a thousand,
no in between ones,
just unmoving now, no change
to feel as day grows dark. Tick.

© K. Kammann 2008