Wherein the Cave

after days of rain placitas

the sky is split uncleanly in two

the clouds in their uncertain migrations

are layered about in all manner of cloud

some billowing weakly blindly

some still without wings

some muscular threatening

bullying the frailties of others

to the east blues cross each other

in neighborly ways

to the west a strain of pale sky drained

of life while a ragged piece of barely sun

tatters in a barren corner

of a more barren horizon

now with great surprise robins have lighted

in their cheering migrations

alert to their chirps this reversal of time

their searching in the wet grass

somehow soften the blow

of the days erased

the weathered nights

the nervous encounters

with the rays of darkness

wherein the cave

jppestana November 6, 2016