The sky is a lock of water
among the hills
joining sky versus
land, where fowl inhabit
openness and hard crusts.
Humans exhibit their
wares
the only safe
journey beneath
the seas of the world
below the depths of
earthly worries
errs of existence, damaged
crops and
other essentials.
Hurry to correct the
situation, food banks, charities
to other nations
and we are left at the well.
(c) Richard L. Provencher
first published August 2003
Sentinel Poetry Magazine, UK
