Poem for now

Where we walked is now houses,

Only the road is the same,

The road the colour of sky,

Where the eyes impatient kissed

and behind the gauze of such

thoughts

are minds drift into

a poem for now

the volcanoes coughing up

it`s fire of now

We wait for the mountain to renew a

song of now,

The birds sing like feathered

prophets for the migrating music

of now,

Our minds baffled by the

Changing moments

Of words

For ink of now.