William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Blue Sky Cry

Health, leisure, good fortune, and very modest means.

Blueberries, and other transitory things.

No desire to possess or own.

Catkins and birch-bits.

Sunflowers. Bees. Cucumbers.

The spider in my hair, taken back outside.

Aware — yes, aware — there are troubles in the world.

Hunger. Suffering. Violence. Greed. Pain.

Wildfire. Drought. Climate change.

The poses we assume. The lies we tell. The games we play.

Aware — yes, aware — there is joy in the world, and boundless love.

The blue sky cry of two young hawks testing their wings.

August 17, 2022. Afternoon.

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