Diving
Feet first into boiling sky
Feeling bolder then my first time
Higher than I've ever been
Never minding how shy clouds get, they close upon your open eyes, in dewdrop drifts
Cotton puff mists,
to catch you when,
You"re about to cry.

And then, mistress mountain sighs, a layer of white crests below, wings of despaired tiredness, no longer need
To hold you up.

Diving again.
May I never come back.

Down

Whatever happened
        With shortening?
Haven't seen it in any kitchen
          Or recipe, in
Fourty-five years

haphazardly
  Careless a world of daring falling
     Like embers from a fire in the
cold wind

stares longingly
   Back at the viewer
calling
      Like small Wolf cubs left by their mother

evidenced by
     Gashes in tree bark
white streaks in a sky
      chasing yellow glances of sunlight

eroding
        The rushes of semis
Busily hurdling by
         pursuing commerce
Eliciting

porched rocking
       Chaired old men
To ponder on meanings
     And roars in
A head unsure of even

Himself, anymore

Is best the berry found farther round ye journey long supposing
A furlong quarter and a half
Mile steps anticipating working up a sweat than
A vine growing up your leg
Or closer than that the vine infiltrating your mind heart soul
Closing in upon covering the windows dark berries
The ones worked for tilled fertilized staked like their home tall straight sunlight east and west known as the Farberry grow over in the next county across the line big succulent
Ruby red sweet lips bursting nutriently good dissolving like Farberrys would, like they should, luxuriant

Calls who why what .
    Rings now in tones.
Cellular not line locked
Airy more .intrusively.
.gone times one
Listened in
To nature alone.
Most of all hearts longing-the ebbflowing....beats
    .a hair studied her
Curling round
           , ears
And could it be we've
Lost something.
    was it ever ours?