I-Be-Lost>>> Poem by Manonton Dalan

thin sharp blade of grass
pointing straight up, why
piercing sky for some rain
dragon flies flying so low
concerted dance i may know
fly until their wings blow
trees shed their leaves too
and robustly they later grow

i too shed my hair but few
what dog senses to follow
should earth cease turning
would it possible all stop
we all fall to a black hole
surface to other side deprive
of any living but fine dust
waiting for a drop of rain