—DO YOU SEE BOTH SIDES, BECAUSE I DO

 

 

Rebirth

 

Can you see through

both sides of the

lead glass in your

undecided hands? 

There could be thunder

or the sound of a brook

stumbling over stones

and tree limbs,

a beaver or otter,

head only half-submerged,

flat as a skateboard,

coasting by like a missile.  

 

Better you than me

that finds it,

whatever that may be.

I’m pretty sure the clouds

have made you a

map from their shawls,

light shooting off the

kerned waves like rifle fire,

nearby deer puzzled

by so much beauty.

 

Look closer as the

eagle circles, its wings

shattering every awful doubt,

tossing you the second chance

you never knew you had.