Signs

Old sky trails dispersing,

vapor lines on a crossing path.

Gulls flying underneath

on the other side of the dark glass.

One arrow of humanity flew north

and the other flew into the rising sun,

but the reflections seemed nearly as true

as vanishingly thin air.

If this means anything,

how would I know it?

Why would I be looking

for signs of anything other

than happenstance?

Overall, the sky was sky blue

and Rudy’s Pizzeria wouldn’t be open for hours.

I walked on –

carrying the dreaming

of countless generations to the river

and the river carrying the unending secrets

from the very beginning of time

to the deep blue sea.