Four balls of white light glow,
suspended
in silver-blue sky
impaled
on Portland power lines
untouched
by random raindrops.
Huddled on the horizon
Swift clouds of darker hue
chase the balls
endlessly–
in vain.
For the globes are but reflections
in a coffee shop window,
and the clouds
are far away.
I sit
and write
and watch the show.
Jennifer Holland
Tiny’s Coffee Shop
Portland, Oregon
September 17, 2010
broccoli4breakfast (musings of a part-time mystic) 