Who is the sculptor up in the sky?
so undecided on his task
with fleeting marble bubbles
sculpts the ever changing clouds
now a bearded sage
now angel wings widespread
now the shape of my dead dog
Then giving up his task
blows away his marble—Smokey
into a vault like the gate of heaven
and I change my expression –solemn
like I know something of God
the sun peer out brightly
hot on my face
and I get up seeking some shade.
