The Sky Sleeps in darkness

poem for peace and healing in the new year


the sky sleeps in blackness
longer this morning at dawn

the atmosphere has become fatigued
with all the releasing of rain

rain drops dart, dance, and soak our parched earth
filled with longing for a more permanent peace

in another hour the darkness will lift
again the sky will soften into a pale angora blue

whatever happens, we will hold steady:
our mug of hot coffee, what we choose to read

in every language, and in multiple rhythms
we shall open our hearts to a more palpable peace

crossing the river composed of wicked lies
we arrive holding dear to trusted lullabies

integrating what we learned with blessings
too vast and too rich to name

kjl '19