5/30/16
Clouds perch the sky like birds
That have lost their way amidst a storm
Tree branches wave in a storm
Violently with an angst that only the inanimate can consume
In itself
Rain drops fall in pairs, and triplets, and multitudes unmeasurable
Clear yet filled with the light
That the sky gave them
And they give to the ground
Three levels
Are parallel to one another
Only by association
The sidewalks around the fountain
Wind endlessly and continuously in a circle
While storm clouds find their places over the sky
And under heaven
And this limbo remains unseen
By all those under them
This space is dark
When seen with red eyes
But light
With the dark of night
Only through the beauty
Of the feelings of those that understand
That it is up to them
To maintain it