A Patch of Gray Sky
Tree tips wreathed with fog today,
and the ferry calls and calls
like a great bird consigned to the water, her wings
folded against her sides.
People huddle monk-like within their jacket hoods,
staring through the windows
at blown glass and soy candles,
the puddles at their feet edges with oil rainbows.
Look up into this patch of gray sky!
I lit a stick of incense today,
the smoke rolling over the cold black wood stove,
edged around a picture of crow, a frog, a salmon and a bear,
and I wondered
if they enjoyed shaking off silver droplets of water
into cooler air
as much as I.