Sleepwalker

A bird head peers out 

the top of the chimney.

The house slowly rises 

from its foundation 

and tiptoes a few steps 

closer to spring.

Windows sigh, shingles flap,

and the house settles back

into the dust and down

of its old disguise.

When you wake up,  

everything appears as 

it did the night before. 

Everything is different.

[LSS, 1/27/21]

The Creator Fails to Return from Sabbatical

Don’t you miss creating 

the sunrises and the eclipses?

Don’t you miss tattooing 

your own skin? 

What could you possibly 

be doing right now? 

I can only imagine.

Maybe it takes that long 

to bleach away the old 

designs, the symbols that 

no longer pertain,

to erase the transcripts  

of mountains of mistakes.

Whatever your story, 

I am waiting.  

[LSS, 1/27/21]