state of confusion
Seeking a circle of warmth,
in caves somber and cold,
buzz of human life droning
in miniature lanes below.
Up here, the lights are exquisite,
I used to squint at the stars,
recalling Christmas magic,
evoked by scents of dead pine.
Blackout below, Lake Tahoe,
children crowd this small window,
plane descending, home again,
mountains hidden by nightfall.
Farther from the sea Ė thatís reality,
though the ocean is really home,
all things effected by economy,
someday Iíll sleep to her sound again.
© 2000 CM Bailey