Random Acts of Poetry

Up There

Without becoming distracted
by a cloud’s appointments,
by hopes conveyed in words,

the massing of birds,
crimes very famous
or a face with a name defined,

I call up the jade persona
all my books will attest.
All these restless accruals

and changes may be the sky
casting its anxious shadows,
enticing the mind

upward, daring the fate
of a child’s balloon
pricking the haze.

But he’s implacable, this
green guy who is other
than men who vanish up there.