Ancient bones die
July 18, 2020
I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.
The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale
Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules
Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines
Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise
I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why
ancient bones die.
I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder
where ancient bones sigh.
A Gap In The Clouds 