Another Poem -- Sitting, Looking East

Sitting, Looking East

The sky is confused

It doesn’t’ know what it should do

There it sits, gray and foreboding, and light and blue

As the sun continues to move westward

The lake, before me, ripples from the breeze

There are calm reflections along the quiet shore

While Palm branches dance in the wind

A small alligator glide’s to and fro

In the distance a rumble of thunder sounds

As two clouds collide in the confusion

It is as if they are bullies

Fighting to dominate the sky

I think about this sky of mine

Oh, the things it has seen

The gods, Mercury and Apollo, and more

Taking us to the heavens

But what have we learned in all these quests?

What have we gained?

We’ve lived millenniums – and more

But has humanity changed?

I am told Cain killed Able in a jealous rage

And Jacob was cast into a well by envious brothers

As I look around I see the same today

Why?

We see ourselves as virtuous

But are we?

Really?

I wonder, with little hope of an answer

The sky is confused

And so am I.