Into the Morning Light

you're all over the place
but you are starting to make sense

For what it's worth
we will have to wait and see,
for Sky Saxon
what a field day for the heat

here on these plains
you never know when the winds will change

she said with a smile after the sirens stopped
I'll be gone from all this in the morning

No one would remember
those last words spoken,
the words that vanished
into the morning light

miles from the wired fences
that I never got around to repairing
possibly out of restlessness or boredom

days go by like filtered water in the slipstream

sitting on the porch
the frigid cold seemed on a momentary hiatus
I sat back and stared out into oblivion

I watched the familiar scene wash over me,
the starlight so bright it dashed shadows
all over the fresh barren snow-covered fields