There is disconnect

There is disconnect

Trains of thought unattached

In the drift

Trees float in the shimmer

Of morning

Rootless

Reaching out

Linking branches

For self-protection

As the eagled nests

Of old crows are shaken loose

Barely holding

Tumbling in surrender

Pelicans look on

From atop streetlamps

Waiting to catch flying fish

Everything is on lay by

Held in passing

Awaiting verification

From an observer

More keenly attuned

To the rhythms of manana

Than a mad dog

Seeking retribution

From the summer sun

Humbled by humidity

Ideas melt

Into surreal depictions

Of normality

With the ease

Of a Dali fob watch

In freeze frame

Time slips away

In languor

There is delight in

Disassociation

From the mindset,

When such meaning

Is beyond

The grasp of reasoning

Let it be.