And Heavens Parted

Poetry

And heavens parted,

just as Moses did.

Or rather the opposite.

 

Skies instead of sea,

wet instead of the dry,

and not lofted men, but me.

 

And rather than sea bed

a concrete maze of city streets

upon which the grey skies weep.

 

Jacket with hood

which I refuse to use.

Glasses bead up; angelic sweat

 

Natural pitter-patter on leaves,

unnatural splatter-splatter from gutters onto streets,

a golden mean as it lands on me.

 

Gather strange looks from those in cars,

to be kept in my pocket (now wet),

as reminder what not to be.

 

Stray dog approaches; it drips too

I am not fearful,

for it understands

as I do.

***

Another Alaska poem

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