grounded by low clouds
surveying their brown kingdoms
hawks on fencepost thrones
grounded by low clouds
surveying their brown kingdoms
hawks on fencepost thrones
wrens and sparrows sing
chorus with no melody
joy, joy, and more joy
train’s lonesome whistle
piercing through darkness and sleep
sharp longing for home
shadows on surface
ripples, undercurrents, or
movements from above
shrouded in dark fog
must trust the light of others
on life’s well-worn path