I walked the
sky last night,
Tangled my
feet in treetops.
A pair of
doves nested in my hair.
I sneezed
and built a cloud cumulus
From which
soared hidden dreams.
Leaves of
other times
Obscured the
way ahead.
Be still, I
nodded my drum.
The quiet of
questions unasked,
Hot and
cold, fell like fog,
Into the
fiery sunrise.
