The Clearmountain Pause - Black Oak

It clouds up

Like blood in the dust

Clotted as the night’s promise

Most days, I forget

These stolen moments

Under a waning sun

Lying in wait

They float up like

Bones from the sea

Old molds

Dying in a reverie

Sometimes in the clear light

I become untied

The earth dives into the sun’s fire

The horizon folds

Torn and

Jutting out

I’ll rise up

Like the earth’s crust

Most days, I forget

The cause of my regrets

Under the waning sun

Lying in wait

Sometimes in the clear light

I become untied

The earth dives into the sun’s fire

The horizon folds-