He dances — petaling and rooting us
A star in the sky took the lower road
snaking down like rambling light oozing past daybreak.
The dreamcatcher ripped itself to pieces
like flowers losing petals, falling nowhere.
All the world's a filing cabinet
hung haphazardly in the sky, swaying
like a latent cat in the summer breeze
and there we are, waiting for
something to give, a branch to crack
the seasons to quicksand and atrophy
much like planets dissolve
into new planets, different skies
a bear approaches, furred from nose to tail.