howling and hailing
emotional thunderstorms too big for our bodies.
The ranting and railing reaches the heavens,
the lightning of words screams round and about
whipping our heads with confusion,
scratching our minds with its talons.
A perfect blue hexagon
No clouds in the sky.
All curled together, loving and laughing.
Perfection as we look to the sky
The day takes a breath, we pause and we laugh
We should jump, we should scream, we should all bounce high
- we are on the trampoline after all
The perfect blue hexagon as we look up,
Aeroplanes the only white in the deep blue sky,
Peace in an unexpected place.
Such a day.