The Circle of Life

The sky is crying. Look at the tears roll down the street.~Elmore James

Beneath my balcony ciphers conflate
tempt passersby to pause, puzzle, translate.
Their passion for this part-time work brings ire.
The walkers pull, cajole. The dogs conspire

to linger, sniff excitedly, intent
alive delightedly I am present.

The skies that cried with me last night engorged
heartbreak my loved one’s passing has discharged

to weep is not a solecism. Grief
and I take over skies for heart’s relief

The pressure from the barometric weight
teeth-grinding ache, striking, it bombilates
in hidden layers like the scents below
and I must sit and balance this inflow.

Inspired by: Solecism, Striking, Passion and Part Time. In memory of Mary Lou.