Open Meeting
The Road The Sky And The Mountain Met in front Of me today For many miles The sky cried Starting and Stopping Over Space and Time I could see it Hard lines on the horizon Where The Road turned dark And slick with the waterworks Collecting on the surface – A mirror showing The Sky Her own tears in the reflection As they hit and form small crowns Again and again But The Mountain Sung her a lullaby And the road fed her tears To the flowers And after her raging winds Had calmed down — The Sun broke The Sky into Dreamy white cotton And burst through Her tumult with Sunbeam Smiles