February 28, 2017

Clear Blue Sky


I can't tell

if it's geese

or kids at the pool,

they sound so alike

in my dreams,

first bleating to one another

in that heart-breaking way,

then screaming

as they run and leap,

their mothers ecstatic

to have them finally

learning to fly.

I don't know whether

to laugh or cry,

their sounds

nearly the same

under my blanket of sleep,

honking in vain

for something

they cannot attain,

no matter how hard they try,

their raucous voices 

reaching even those

in perpetual rest,

sleeping right over here,

beneath a clear, blue sky.