~Dappled~

 Outside, the sky is dappled

The clouds are dark and swirl

Like a river rock

Like a secret

Trying to forgive

And forget

Closer to the sun

Ever-reaching out

To empty space

Curved pieces of ice hang

Changing in the midmorning sky

It just goes

On and on

A startling dream

Between green pines

Almost black

Leaning against

The pale sky

The smell of fresh moving water

Soundless glass

Slowly accepting

Things I can’t change 

A place

Where time

Can wash

It all away

Twists and turns 

Were supposed 

To go through

Little wonders

Of moments

That hang

In the air

There’s always

Love to repair

Trying to see

What lies beyond

The busy streets

of life

~Sarah Mahina Calvello