Another Tale
My shadow,
a tail,
that thing behind me:
Someday I’ll catch it
Someday without fail.
It makes my mind flutter,
It’s slippery as butter;
It sends me in circles
Just out of my grasp,
That thing behind me,
So bloody darn fast!
That thing behind me,
[Pause]
I’ll catch it at last!
The Glimpse
Out through the window, today,
Out past the myriad leaves, blowing,
Past the branches, the trees themselves,
With white clouds in the south only, this day,
I catch a glimpse of bright blue sky,
Small square, but then I see them
Everywhere, through the leaves,
Brief glimpses, stretched out
Behind everything, silent,
Intense, beyond, light scattered
Blue, azure sky, from some source
Known but not known, beautifully bright,
Out through my window, today, holy, eternal.
