Monthly Archives: August 2018

The clouds

0805cloudoverlake

The clouds

For generations they saw them
Looming above, the sunlight

Skreeing off the wings’ edges
The bottom in shadow skimming

The heavens as if looking below
For those it wanted to strike

And for generations they ran
Or froze in dread, until so much

Had gone by they had almost
Forgot, and then one day a small

One skimmed over them
And the smart ones stood there unafraid

As from it another smaller one
Fell, light glinting on the edges

Shadowed below falling faster
Than anything they’d seen

And they realized
They’d been right all along

Like the ancient Chinese poets

blackwalnut

Like the ancient Chinese poets

Hundreds of years from now
I am almost sure that no one reading this

Will understand what I mean about
The black walnut, how its fruit

Falls from the sky in August like baseballs,
All the season’s lost line drives and extra

Base hits, all falling in a few weeks of
Evenings, after the ballpark has shut its eyes.

Who will read it and know what I hear? The ten thousand thuds
Of things getting away, all concentrated

Into a night of continued falling, like all your
Life’s bad news dropping in one long sleepless

Dream. Because the black walnut poisons its
Own earth against other trees so it can soak up

More sky, creating more fruit that drops from
Higher heights and falls in a place of the night

That only a black walnut could fall and grow
Anything from. Maybe that’s what you will

Understand, reader, a thousand years from
Now, in your own evening of everything falling.