Sometimes the World

Sometimes the world feels upside down…
Birds fly beneath my feet
as I walk among the clouds.

I sit on a tree branch to avoid
falling into the sky
and muse upon the tracery
of bare branches over my head.

The world seeps into pastels,
faded and worn like my dreams,
but fighting the good fight.

When I see the world behaving strangely,
I take out my pen,
because that is the stuff
of poetry...