WORDS

Early morning

thoughts awake,

ether soaring

celestial oblivion,

poem shaping

rhythmic clouds

bass bin booming,

picking mercury

from the firmament,

toil and tumble

relentless empyrean.

In the dim light

of winter’s dusk,

elusive words

weave and duck,

playful sprites

he might write,

cast meaning

in the dark alight

but mischief,

at arm’s length,

an impish thief,

a cache of terms

hidden grief,

a poet’s stumped,

thoughts aplenty

on a blank page,

words empty.