swirls

a paradox in sky

should we fly low

or reach for something

high

as early morning hope

in times like these

by noon it's swaying on a

rope

we understand the cost

the marble forms 

of all we've 

lost

it's just some words

when sequenced or rendered so

bear us aloft like

birds

remind us what was sought

amid the dream and that

for which we

fought

emerging resolute

from clouds eternal choose 

the form that we will

constitute

and offer to the world

as human, earth, fire,

sea, and sky's contortion...

swirls