Monday, January 9, 2012


The poles have slipped
the earth's axis
has tipped to the side

The compass
spins wildly
with no bearings
to read

The gyroscope
tumbles blindly
no direction to see

In this night
on this mountain
there are no stars to be found
as the clouds have gathered
to hide them from my sight

What was north
east and west
are now forever gone

I can only
sit through the dark
and wait
wait on the dawn
the sunrise
of the new east