rising for air

deep intake

clear

sadness open

lifted from

sinking fog

wide late sky

and me,

stretched glowing

pale

scented end

comforts

seas welling

subsides into

still aloneness

now, and ever shall be

world without end

 

 

*  *  *

 

sky gone

deep dark blue

washes on

the edge,

fanned open

spilt ink

envelopes

floating light

 

 

*  *  *

 

night closed

no farewell

stilled mute

 

 

*  *  *

 

misrepresented in signs

Born of the air,

unconscious of

borders

 

amorphous, cloud-like

formation, in

it's ephemeral trajectory

 

casting shadows

that caress terrain

untrodden

 

rising and falling

weightlessly,

in a single motion

 

a surge of feeling

passes through

this vessel

 

fear resonates

like sympathetic strings;

pain diffuses

 

the distant,

dull thudding

resumes.

 

Shooting at the airport

echoes through

empty rooms

 

what right

do we have to be here,

that they do not?

 

An alternative

is 'habitat modification',

uproot and repel.

 

We build walls,

erect fences,

keep us and them

 

Divided,

unwanted visiters

stay away.

 

Unsettled,

I close the window.

This is living in harmony.

Damp mossy slopes

cuddle fluid rock.

Gradually turning day,

the cold air carries

early decay

 

Dying light lingers

as slow adieu.

Remnants of warmth

lie scattered

frozen black.

 

 

*  *  *

 

Distant glow

dilutes night.

 

All stands still as

horizon sings

a lament

or lullaby.

 

Dusk reminds that

life is elsewhere.

 

All is eventually

dissolved in darkness.