A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

WEATHER REPORT
(10/26/11)


every
once
in a while
the stultifying
fog of dogma
will lift
if only
for a few seconds
to show me
a different world

a soft glow

a low hum

a sudden ecstasy
indescribable
in everyday
terms

a land
beyond
the bills
bullshit
and bellyaching
that gives me
some hope
of a better
way

I'm not
sure
what it is
that I sense

Heaven?

Hell?

God?

death?

insanity?

perhaps
it is simply
life
stripped
of the petty
pedantic
peopled reality
that plugs my soul
with the unending
unnecessary
machinations
of human
society

perhaps
it is where
we really
belong

then
the cell sounds
someone cuts me off
in traffic
or another
pack of paperwork
is dropped
on my desk

the glow
the hum
the happiness
disappears

but I know
that it is
still there

I judge
the prevailing winds
to anticipate
another clearing
in the psychic
clouds

something
below the sun
also shines