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 

perhaps a moral to be discerned

but interpretation is best left to Janus.