“Adrift in Seas of Sleep” by Ron Koppelberger

Societies in sources of ribboned pinwheel round, a calm
Circle of roaring silence turned by the hands of children in
Pose. An understanding in May flowers and spring rain,
By the ways of adorned history and ancient ritual, the speedy
Sun and blossoms in unfolding umbrae of spirit. The
Surreptitious scent of still lilacs and the flutter of silken
Wings against the frayed twilight horizon, a conveyed skyward
Want in the flight of sparrows and the dreamy tendriled wisps of
Dried dander and seed, in rushing baptisms of mercy, unto the
Birth of a poor traveler adrift in seas of sleep. By maypole arrays
And truth told by the will of the hereafter and shouts of glee.