Roaming Night (The Son Above The Clouds 2010)

I walk around in circles,

waiting for the dawn to come  while nervous, hungry, lonely, drifting…. 

Conversations with the darkness were void of replies

questions from miles away were on damp and shriveled feet. 

Train tracks occupy broken, blank minds.

I am waiting for the ground to dry 

on marble tile in a waiting room by 

a parking lot filled with talking birds as bread bags fly in the sky.

Dying palm trees play in a band

with the sunrise as a special guest.