Mind’s eye

Green blue grey

In incomplete disarray

From the bottom straight up

To the bird flying by instinct

When darker clouds swim by

Sporadically overhead

They cool down the cracking skin

& dim the sunlight

From its everyday wander

Blown bubbles prism air

The little boy follows carelessly

Tracing the wind’s path

When she thinks of Sylvia Plath

A carbon monoxide victim asphyxiated

With head in the oven & children sleeping

What makes a good mother?

Uninvited raindrops suddenly splash

these tainted letters

That shake the page of a poet’s garden

A disdain to a warm summer day

But a shelter under the pine tree branches

Makes water an inspiration

As it cleans out everyday noise

till breathing becomes our poise

Drip drop drip drop

Time to pause

Drip drop…                                                 

LIFE