November
2006
The Sky Will Know
I sat scribbling a picture
Not half as bold in colour
As was intended
Just when dusk was first
Considering her approach -
Here I am now, a night
Later with birds suggesting,
And I’m half attending
The swaddling dawn,
Through windows fragile
But my faith, my only faith
Is that the sky will know
The sun will rise.


It’s succinct. I don’t like that. Where’s the challenge?!? Heavens. Write it backwards, fool. Work on it. Scrub my boots. Feed my birds. Cockatoos.