The sky has no name
Allows the clouds
Moving freely
It is I, us, the witness
Who give it its name
All it is is infinite space.
And yet another name
A nameless process
And yet
We do make meaning with words

Who are you?
To so boldly covet the name
Of movement that goes on forever?
Morphing
Changing
We are truly in that fold
Like the cloud
Gray and full
Ready to heave water
We are ready

How dare you
Covet this…
You cannot take ownership of what cannot be owned
The borders are illusions
This wall an illusion

I slither down
The wall
The place where it meets the ground

Everything in nature dies
So new things can take root in the richness of soil
Shooting up
And out
Into fertile darkness
Into the light

The cloud is bursting
It has become too full of itself
Mist… Vapor… Viper…

APPALLED and with liberation
I slither towards the edge
Fresh skin gleaming
Watching
Waiting
Listening
Hearing
Riding the smallest new wave inside

June 2016