When will the fog lift?

When will I get over this?

Time is the best gift

This fungal mirror

Tangled above and beneath

Holds us together

Time won’t skip a beat

Can’t sit still or rest his feet

Don’t try to compete

Though the world were wrapped

In spiders’ webs and magic

Still we’d pass it by

A crack in the sky

Is this the end of the line?

Do windows open?

Sheltered in the lea

While winds rattle brittle twigs

Let worrywebs go

The earth still spinning

The end is the beginning

Start a new inning

Those who have freedom

No longer dream of escape

What are their visions?

Where wheels roll no more

The moss grows thick on the floor

Who knows what it’s for?

From my restlessness

Castles of sand rise and fall

There’s no settling

Santa was hijacked

The headlines read “Tidings of

Comfort and joyride”

We all drift apart

As the universe expands

In negative space

We’re still holding on

To our hopeful summer days

They may yet return

Have I lost my mind?

Am I so deeply entwined

I have become blind?

Stark lines intersect

Breaking up a steely sky

Dark shapes intertwine

We hate each other

Because we all hate ourselves

Rainfall deepens ruts

Why should lines be straight?

Why must corners set a square?

Always be funky

Once the mud is slung

And stuck firmly to my face

Time to make it shine

Despite the wild wind

That roars and ravishes me

I’m still holding on

Next spring’s confetti

Already bound up in these

Tightly twisted buds

Curled up in our nests

Listen to the storm berate

Home is a safe place

With a cloud fogged mind

My aching empty limbs creak

I succomb to sleep

Thread the thorny eye

Watch the pylons’ lengthy stride

Are the birds just shy?