Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne’s Lace
Christopher Bogart

Tiny white and shiny stars
Wink from a bright green firmament,
Each one perched on a web-like net,
Each one set against the sorrow
Of a deep blue sky.
They wave, ever so gently, over my head.
Are they mourning the soon to be death of this day?
I want to learn how
Their growth affects mine.
I pray
To know what they know
Of a life so very green
To me.
I want to see.

I want to hear.
I strain my ears for the tinkling of their laughter
As they play with the breeze.
Do they pray with the breeze?
If only I could know,
Then I too could grow.
I too
Who am so very green,
Can I play and sway?
Can I bend as they?

Whose will will win
When I seek
Beyond the great greenness of their webs,
Beyond their bright and whited heads,
To view the truth
In the deep blue
Sky?