Rage, Rage
21

A yellow-bellied
sapsucker hops over
syrup-sticky squares.

His hand-carved
chess board
glistens
as feasting flies
swarm, dark,
beneath the sun.

My thoughts
are deeply rooted.

They branch out,
walk wordless
through stark
realities.

I raise my hands
But hear only silence.

The answers to my questions
tumble from the tree
and lay their leaves to rest
in the restless foliage
shuffled at tree foot
by the wind.