It's Still Life

That Gored Sky

where was the face of heaven
when that wind stormed
and stumbled about –
a wounded bull
that gored the sky.
where was the face of heaven
when music’s wind was
a fierce horn, when it
reared up in rage and
proclaimed itself reborn
while the masses threw
down hope. there, where
the face of heaven was
still. and white. and wet.

for Poetic Bloomings: The Force of Nature