Watching All The Clouds Pass

(Monochrome Weekend below this post)

Standing over the kitchen sink
While the water fills a skillet
I'm in the middle of a new day
Suds begins to float up in tiny bubbles

I imagine myself
Lying in the grass-
Watching all the clouds pass

What am I now
Next to some 2 O'clock flower?
Me..
Turning, like the petals
By the hour
Chimes below the roof
Sound like
Some city church bells

But I-
Just a shadow
Arms sometimes stiff-
Like an oak tree
Wiser I would hope
An all my mulberry's
Turn into pies

Dark twisted stems
Burgundy leaves..
Colors of fall, peer
Behind my vase
A kaleidoscope in all
Season's held captive
Along my wall
Still what am I?


Ps. 139: 8-12
"If I ascend to heaven, You are there;
If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, You are there.
If I take the wings of the dawn,
If I dwell in the remotest part of the sea,
Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will lay hold of me. If I say, “Surely the darkness will overwhelm me,
And the light around me will be night,” Even the darkness is not dark to You,
And the night is as bright as the day.."