The indeterminable sky -
A smattering of blues and greys
As the day grows old,
Nuanced in its denouement.
The long summer grasses
Stir and murmur
With a listless breeze
And the business of insects.
Two crows on tilted wings
Loud with endless sass,
Careen sarcastically
Over tufts of pungent yarrow.
This, suffusing
A single moment
In a sweeping tract of moments
In which I wait for you.
- kc
I awoke from a dream I fought to keep.
Pine needles and skin. Muted shafts of daylight.
Summertime. Perpetual summer. Pinpricks of perspiration.
You were there.
Your presence lingers still, despite the expanse,
the outstretched gulf
Always my familiar. Our throats tight with restraint,
no cataracts of words permitted to rupture; we come close
Not believers in destiny, adamant disbelievers
briefly colliding in near randomness, no why,
carried by the currents.
Airport concourse, moss-covered boardwalk,
a record store - before they went defunct.
Shifting of pressure, clap of thunder,
sudden electromagnetic confluence
Then nothing for months, years.
Vaguely resigned to a fate we deny but
remember again
with just the faint smell of rain on humid air,
the sweep of a cumulonimbus.
I awoke from a dream I fought to keep.
You were there.
- kc