Hurries Know, Truth Waits

power ferments
luscious bubbles
in panes of scene,

of grey green
heavy bellied
pregnant clouds.

quiet thunder
raws a silent shard
of light intense,

struck like clock,
life chimes this face a
solemn reigning, feat.

We open beaked
receive these worms
blood rain gifts to nourish nest.

Called aweigh now nascent bird
as anchors muddies rise,
same sky will fly bird there.
No matters, know This Reign.

Will Save wild wings
as Ocean stormy cross,
thy wills will meet and
wills Be riper done.

by Tony Searl