Sunday, June 23, 2013

POEM - Why the Sky Left

That is a desert
The desolation we left behind
Nothing special
Nothing alive

Here it is green
It is all alive
Water visits and stays
Summer leaves
For a reasonable duration

No envy for the dry tundra
Not even the flat land
With straight lines for roads
That melt into the liquid horizon
            A distant horizon
                        I forgot those existed

Here where the trees grow so close
They hug each other tight
And obliterate the distances
All is right here and now

The mind starts to forget
Why pioneers looked West
Why the promised land
Set up residence
On the Pacific coast

The Southern lands remain
Seeped and rotting
Soaked in their history
Where the sky long ago forsake
The dripping dense landscape

The sky left to frolic
In arid vastness
Enrobed in scarlet and orange
A gift from their friend
The long setting sun
It is vanity that adorned the promise

That drew it to linger here



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