Under a Tent of Trees
I lay beneath the drums of heaven
stoking the thunder in the clouds,
safe from the wet,
under a tent of leafy trees.
as my mind bends the fabric of time
Snowflakes drift idly by,
just beyond the breeze.
Summer’s gone
and so are summer dreams
childhood’s gone
and so are childish things.
A covey of indecisive birds
wing by on a prayer and a sigh
in perfect synchronicity
with the drums of heaven
as I lay under a tent of trees
waiting,
waiting …
for wisdom to arrive