cloud

cloud shake supple form
dew lands on misty flower
wrinkles in the wind, fall under iron
hot press rolls up over the side
walnut stretch for top-shelf stuff
reaching compromise with ease
turn slow corners in empty fields
fuss about in meadows of stars
bring soft, rolling machines to halt
sparkling drops on screens of vivid color
artist hangs entropy on an invisible wall
a nail and suspension by a string of atoms
and galaxies, galaxies
tumble each into mixing bowl
of temporal whims, yesterday’s revisions;
tomorrow’s schedules
beat the terrain with a stick
until it whimpers and submits
consenting to its new ruler
that wand of trickling rain
pounds hard against a pulpit
of earthy laughter
notion falls still
serenity takes its stand;
refusing all other
voices,
since no other
offers
as much

From the book Chaos Comes Apart by Kevin Trent Boswell, published in 2020

Author: Kevin Trent Boswell

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary evidence suggests the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. View all posts by Kevin Trent Boswell