the clown

is it written on my face

how i feel

when you are near?

can you hear it in my voice

do laughing words

betray my heart?

does it tremble in my skin

a casual touch

full of wonder?

do i play this charade well

or am i

an open book?

Götterdämmerung

i lift my face

soak in the sun

when a drop

interrupts

my reverie

suddenly

the heavens open

hail rains down

i dash for cover

moments later

colors arch above

dazzling my eyes

capricious weather divine

a glowing orb

is sinking fast

into the eastern sky

can this be the sun?

my world is upside down

one day i walked

down a dirt road

and found the sky

beneath my feet

this new world

is probably impossible

and i can’t remember

if there are any rules

does the spinning

occasionally stop?

i’ve been looking

to the west in hope

i find the rosy hue

was at my back

what happens next

could be wonderful