Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

five loons on the lake,
first time they've been here....
a jetliner moves in slow motion
across a distant space of time and mind

the air is crisp like fall
but it's the first day of May
a second plane follows the same route
and I become aware there is still a sense of order

just because I choose to dream doesn't mean
others aren't traveling the continent like sea gulls
smiling down on me, perhaps they know
that I am not a threat

the trees above the roof bend at the waist
like lithe dancers and there are rainbow colors
lining the rim of a hole in the sky, it just sits there
above me, for three seconds, then closes

like a winked eye

I tried to stare down the cloud
but I blinked first to her amusement
so I locked my pupils on a dark wavy ridge,
begged the sky to give me the score

I felt the slow artistic power of nimbus
as a church bell rang in the distance
from a place in the woods... this ancient soundtrack
from the big bang sent musical notes

that drifted across the blue canvas
to that candy apple red blush in my heart