The clouds perform a dance
Of the Universe,
And the Music is a lesson we cannot hear.
The soul of voices rises from Your pain,
The pain of plentitude,
The pain of beginning.
I can’t begin to describe this lesson,
The lesson that is an unknowing,
A season of darkness in the winter months,
Shadows that reach out and shake broken hands.
The clouds. Perform. Zealous eyes,
Glare, from water. Streams are broken,
I am plenty gone.
The clouds perform a dance of
The numbers on the hands of Time
The crabgrass turns brown.
It is fall. October is cold,
Like Alaska, like Antarctica,
Cold as the darkness that is within me.