Collective Cloud Space

For months Paul was silent
on his withdrawal up the mountain.

That was after society
instituted too many rules.

He was ready for rules
protecting the land and water from harm.

He was disgusted by rules
protecting business from accountability.

He suffered a contaminated nightmare
that refused Superfund clean up dollars.

He went up the mountain
so he’d not declare war on the world of men.

This fractious estrangement
began his talking to birds.

I catch glimpses of him when I hike the tree line,
but he always vanishes into the aspens and pines.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney

Something Hard

Paul began a war.
He began it by breaking a rule.
He bent the rule first around a column.
He measured the column for consistency.

The rule broke on a column
one inch too long in circumference.
The stonemason had only the one rule.
Paul broke it.

The stonemason swung his hammer
to break Paul’s head.
Paul saw it coming.
He dodged in time to save his head.

The swung hammer sang its desire
to impact something hard.


copyright © 2020 Kenneth P. Gurney