Benevolent Sky

Why the sky wanted me as its muse

I cannot say

I’d not wish to betray its lifelong, headstrong whimsy?

In its own whirlwind of Days, I was its only constant?

Pressure, and I the soft voice that reduced the storm of it all?

Mercy, it contained and it wanted to rain upon me?

Surely it cannot be a great love for me. Or…can it be?

On the possibilities, I pretend to opine

But I cannot say

School

I think The Earth is moving

It’s not where I Left It

When in my Second-Story, Circus-Red-And-White-Striped childhood bedroom

I Knew never 

Would wrongs be deemed Right
Should the voiceless be Silenced
Could I stay and just play School

Did you don Your cape then too