Just Beneath the Clouds

There is sunshine beyond the clouds

Way above our puny heads

Beyond the secondary light of moonshine

And her third cousin’s twinkling

Stars that brighten the show;

Beyond the production of our collective heads

Beyond the ramifications of our conceived

Conceited eternal destinies

Beyond the mechanical eyes’ reach

Light has yet to illuminate

Our mortal souls.

Satellites circle our circumferences

And answer every angle we inspire,

But when

Oh when!

You mortal souls

Will you understand

Just

And only just

What is clouded?

A-Tributary

We, desiring an uninhibited flow

of form both liquid and solid

in matter and matters beyond

our capabilities seeking and probing

unexplored topics and topography

everywhere our heads dictating our feet

where we move unabashed and bashing

every party and funeral visiting

those gone and going inside

scurrying about like insects

squashing and treading wrath

grapes of our wine and whines

fueling the hollows of our thought patterns

breaking and static waving riding

to the shores and store windows

shopping and peeping through glasses

beyond mannequins into a sea

where the living swelling and cresting

souls’ content is near finishing

populating the earth.