Sunday, June 24, 2007
The softest sigh
tears through the rain fields of an overcast 17 sky
diamonds shatter glinting points flash patterns
rippled wind waves
emerge from rising sun
what would I call you if I could call you again?
two doors down, three more days of this
where have we been?
regardless of so many mistakes set in slow motion
it never makes it easy to see you go
trailing tails leaving fingerprints and azure arcs
in the distance there
so high there
through the plastic coated web of wires
that segregate the sky
and house so many words....
so much noise
there on a trembeling hill with arms held high
shouting "brighter now"
and even if they could stay forever
in these tall grasses
as the world and all it's gold drifts by
and even if all the unseen spaces
were suddenly made visible
the chance arisen to contain and rectify
so many mistakes made in slow motion
even if it was never they but we
I'd wait in low reeds to catch just a glimpse
of that smiling face again.