It's Still Life

The Stirring of Clouds

She says the stars are raining,
and clouds are stirring in her belly.

to sleep.
to wake.
to dream.
to hope
not to live for oneself, says the man.

She tells him she doesn’t sleep when she dreams,
that she only sees trees that never leaf,
and sparks that burn the wind.

The air snaps with misaligned stars
as the man mounts his bicycle, racing
long shadows that stretch side by side.

He races to fetch the Miracle Man’s wife,
and to quickly return
to his woman with clouds stirring inside her.

124-words. #8 (draft) of The Goatherd. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.