Fragmentation

Clouds, soft and fecund,
punctuate a sky relentless
in the pink promise of evening.

     Humidity hangs like a shroud,                                         The past presents a poignant pain
      giving shelter to myriad bugs,                                             neither cured, nor improved,
    and encouraging fantasies of sun.                                            by the medication of time.

The dead road-kill crow
offered visual recompense
to the folly of life.

   One sole loon laughed sardonically                                       The spaces between jackpine
       at the thought of carefree fish                                         and populist spruce guard access
              only metres below.                                                           to a mossy living magic.

In a random and chaotic universe
expecting the unexpected
guarantees nothing.

                                                      There is a lesson to be learned
                                                  or perhaps a moral to be discerned,
                                                    but interpretation is left to Janus.




NOTE:  This poem is part of a series, Cannabis and Creative Cognition.
The inspiration came from Cookie Puss.
See link for strain and genetics.
https://cannasos.com/strains/hybrid/cookie-puss