Daydreamer Poem by Ben Partenay

where did you go off to again,
out the window towards
the wrinkling hills?

a thousand years ago
they were younger and
we were not here.
there was this river,
an ocean over a
thousand miles south
of here, an eagle
with sharp talons dove madly
at fish, now there are
pillars crossing rivers,
footprints of man
dug deep, above, metal
birds are flying in
formation. there is order
and chaos and the wind
is not felt as much
in the city.

come dawn
you will find me here
in a foggy breath
of mourning.