the warmth just about robbed us

.

the warmth just about robbed us
of all the strength we began with
a kite never seeing the fourth floor
a balloon never getting out the door

how warm wind and weariness exhausts
the best of intentioned-

we become the pensive
purveyors of self-realization--
restoring the burning beast-
allowing the heron space, at least

to spread her wings
as daydreams cease
on a dime store facade- awnings
only stirred by pigeons at dawn

how silence crept like crazy
at midnight- one could hear
the butter smear from clear
across the house-

a more dense set of molecules
has yet to be found
this summer morning stillness
leaves us hardly moving

on sodden ground when
birds sing plaintive-
we pardon them

so why in heaven's name
we are not as forgiving
to other two footed breathers
is the source of our pensiveness

but still-- the heather moves
with the clover- during a short peak
of wind from the south west
dropping any thoughts

that our life
is some kind
of a test-

we celebrate
the peace- please pass
the sea salt, and tell me
how was your night?

~words and photo~kate lamberg (c) '14