Visage

The storm displays its angry visage
To the sleeping town below;
And I’m the only one that’s wakeful,
I’m the only one who’ll know

That this is not impersonal.
It causes some alarm,
To see that look on nature’s face,
And know it means us
Harm

The River and The Sky

The hills were green
The wind was blowing

And the gray cloudy sky
Had poured its own image
Between the rich soil of the banks
And into the river

The river, so unremarkable
The sky, so infinite
Yet the river, somehow
Held the sky

Is this the way?

Is this how
The image of infinity
Comes to be reflected
In all of us?