as if pebbles underfoot
the sky sings a coarse lullaby
we sit
stubborn and thick
in the clenched pipe of time
unable to pass us
it seems strange, now,
thorns have cleared a path for us;
clouds bulge
in dark promise
oh, the envious hymnal breeze!
how it wrings its wrists
in heavy handed disbelief
a cathedral of trees
holds you and me between earth
and spangled evening
our geometries slowly converge
the unknown looks away in fear
as the pulp of our understanding
sweetens the ink of our verse
intertwined
from broken shells the bird steps
from her beak night screams
missiles of ancient light
weave the moon