
low clouds on dark day
reversal of normal role
bringing gift of light
low clouds on dark day
reversal of normal role
bringing gift of light
white picket fences
glistening in morning sun
having weathered storm
somehow I don’t think
the plane changing its course
was due to the sign
maybe it’s the ship of state
with a different captain
light where the road bends
startling until the mind sees
the train’s on the track
constant cognitive struggle
between what’s sensed and what’s real
spinning in the wind
a once in a lifetime ride
flight of whirlybird