The Sky Is Full Of Thieves
The sky is full of thieves
Long white breaths that leave scars
The kids call them clouds
They aren’t threatened like I am
When they look up
They see a dinosaurs’ shape
The letter 'B’
I see veins
That course with volcanic ash
Antique sediment
From one hundred thousand years ago
The silence can be measured
In pressure and time
Running past then through the leaves
The white noise plays
A song I’ve heard before
Warning that the wind is a traitor
And the sky cannot be trusted