on certain days the sun sits just so
and an upside down bow smiles the sky
laughing yes
an oddment they say
a portent they whisper
a signal signed from the heavens
they nod
they’ve been wait watching
and time biding
held still in pause
not just yet they say
not till then they whisper
patiently they hold for a very unordinary
upside down bow to smile the sky
so when not becomes now
and no turns to yes
they open their arms
because an upside down smiling laughing bow
means that on this day
there is room in this sky
in this moment
the air fluxes fair
and today their offering will fly
