the azure sky
turn to stone etched grave
and wonder why
my hollow eyes concave

I watch
diamonds dancing
on the sea
turn to dregs
of lemon tea
I wonder why
the albatross fly
the snow crab flee

I watch
the muddy river run
the day melting as candles
in the sun
I wonder why
the colors bleed
into shards of make-believe

I watch
the bullfrog croak
through the larynx
in his throat
a bassy bello hello
as the tadpole’s scatter
and I wonder
why they chatter

I watch
the salty moon
cast a shadow
on the loon
and I wonder
why he swims
when the light
is so dim