Meanderings Poem by William Waterway

bronze sun levitates behind veiled horizon
from feathered pillow I stare at the head of a ghost
a fiery face made mostly of empty space
the scene is framed within limits of a window
a vertical rectangle defining my bedroom view
punctuated by silhouettes of dinosaurs in flight
as I lie in the early humid heat of a summer’s day
spirit commands I reach for pen and paper to write
thoughts of magic and mystery of Genghis Khan
My morning words are but the first line
of many to follow in the poem of this day
the only one of its kind for eternity
a chord resonates into a melody - my day’s song
as I continue to pay attention to the light
illuminating my bedroom with flecks of floating dust

I dream the first page with exercise and breakfast
as I listen to the haunting flute of R. Carlos Nakai
second page fills birdbaths - a nearby baby rabbit watches
eating green grass from an old page I composed
thirty-one years ago
the bunny chews plantain – making it disappear
time chews me – as I slowly vanish – away
today I will write many verses under the light
in the spacious classroom of this universe
doing my best to bring life to my lyrics - make them real
like the invisible song of a bright red cardinal
color defined by refractive waves of a spectrum
like these words reflecting from a piece of paper
birthing thoughts in minds of readers

as I listen to someone reading this aloud – I wonder
who wrote my life into their poem