Still – A Poem (inspired by Pablo Neruda).
from below
the clouds in the distance
are one line
tracing their 2-d tracks across the sky
from point A to point B
arbitrary distinctions that make for
a horizon in your eyes
I watch you watch them as they crawl
as lazy as we are
almost still
as if to tell the birds
to hush their white noise chatter
and join the static scene
like this we could lay for a decade
and pass the time
by making daisy chains from soft words
and pitter patter drumbeats
all around us
the wind would still
in muted respect
and in harmony
the sun would slowly fade
and let the chromatic daylight
fade to grey.
