January 7th Thursday Observations from a Bus Window

by Brendan Strong

Trees shiver with the breeze:
Punctuating fields of green, rolling wide open even in the dark nothing unseen.
The birds especially.

Stark contrast – so free –
Unlike grass growing from peat:
The ellipsis can reach
To the sky, breach
The pattern perceived,
Thrown seeds
In a chaos unreal.
And suddenly wheel
Back. Controlled. Ideal.