Doesn’t that man
On the horse holding
The sword up in the
Air ever get tired of
Holding it up?
Tag: sky
Creating
I create little vacuums
Cupped between my hands
That turn into little
Solar systems and
Then let them go.
It’s exhausting work.
Birds
On a windy spring day
Many things are blowing
Through the air, newspapers,
Small birds, dust, and feathers.
Birds grow feathers to replace
The ones they lost to continue
To make the sky their kingdom
Stars Everywhere
Look up in the sky at night and
Find billions of stars lighting
Up the universe. People on
Earth wish upon a star. Other
People believe their future is
In the stars. Stars are used by
Sailors to navigate the seas.
We have given names to all
The stars. We would be lost
Without the twinkling stars.
Listen
Can you hear the planet
Rotating perilously through
Yet another hour?
Can you hear the universe
Expanding out in all
Directions, billions of years
Counting just as sure as the
Beating of your own heart
This is your own life
Do not waste it
Dreamers
The moon poised in the sky
A velvet black blanket
Stars twinkle like gems
Unattainable except to
Dreamers who dare
Peel back the black
Blanket to see what is
On the other side
Winter Snow
Snowflakes falling from
The sky silently, gently
Everywhere you look
God puts a blanket on
Earth to celebrate the
Beauty of winter
Chance
What are the chances that
That nothing is left to
Chance and everything
That happens has already
Been predetermined by
The great Secretary in
The sky
Circle
Birds flying in a whirlwind
Circle over my head
Ascending higher and higher
Boring a hole in the sky
To let down the
Blessings
Wordman of Alcatraz 