time is a carriage
rusting through dreary, slow space.
watching wheels fall off.
weather vain
mud up to my knees.
earth a pool of brown slushy.
weather temperament.
steed of steel
a thick cake of mud
like a dirty wax coating.
my steed’s tin wheels.
baby blues
the tarp of blue sky
bright as a baby boy’s face.
full of innocence.
catatonic
the cat’s cocked ear
the only acknowledgment
for my servitude.
questionnaire
who has the answers?
rather, what are the questions?
what is not knowing?