Head in the clouds

What living thing
does not die
: the spirit
so they say

animus

and poetry
that cares
for the soul

what brings us
through the wreck
of our lives

the lily
the rose
the tiger
these all die too

defenceless
in the drift of days
their existence
driven by sunrise
and sunset and the need
for sustenance

not a single word
of comfort
or consolation
no entertainment
no true leisure
which is a slackening
of imperatives

to think of the clouds
whisps of water
borne on high
the stuff of life
before our eyes
the common denominator
without which nothing
or next to nothing

John Lyons