Watching

the sky bereft of clouds

filled totally with azurite

little parachutes drifting down, down,

its warm enough, quiet enough,

for the dream to form but not to change

and I realize more than money

can be exchanged in places where the dog runs

but why don’t we feel compassion for the dog?

the circus man cracks his whip

and the energy is gone, as if

it had washed away in a giant sink hole

so where are we now?  how much we don’t know

let alone what anyone knows

so it all comes down in the rain

like a belligerent teenage boy

challenging the truth, the fly by night owls

or whoever is watching, watching closely 

Wait and See

the grey one flies with the South wind

waving his sword, casting his shadow

but for all the work to make the world see

there is longing for the distance

a longing for home, a need to let go

Beware the warning signs, the fires,

the quaking of the earth, rising of the shades

for the blood explodes in the warm bays

and the ocean’s partners come ashore

here you are waiting your turn

scathing remarks run down your back

and never along, never too long

The silence will be broken and life

will grow wings.  wait and see