Merciless Sky

Wide-open horizon space under a hazy sky

The pot-holed road points to no-where

Winds hurl dust where once stood trees

 And manna fell from indigo heaven

A suitcase called ‘responsibility’ on my right I carry

And on my left one labeled ‘love’

In truth, they do feel heavy,

Both

A raincoat bleached under a merciless sky

Calendar leaf scribbles of faded ink

Out off my empty pocket

Are blown to dust

How did  Amelia Earhart feel

High above the ocean

Gas running low, and

 No landing in sight?

Hitch-hiking toward a setting sun

Yearning sapphire water springs

To cleanse my soul

Before

Life

 Ends

© 2006 by Franz L Kessler