MELLIFLUOUS

The Window

I open my window.
An aperture to abyss
the worn-out slabs of wood ,
stray ivy creeping in from
the creaking hinges.

The redwoods reach high ,
to the blue place of clouds.

Somewhere a bee buzzes
Somewhere an eerie murmur.
A twig snaps.

Suddenly, an ancient redwood
falls in the yard with
an enormous thud, and a thousand
fledged wings take off to the space.

Somewhere else ,
the restless ocean waves rise
and rise , and devour a canoe
sailing by.

The cries are heard
a thousand light years away
where two plummeting planets,
a hundred times the size of Earth ,
collide and explode
leaving nothing behind.

Empty Void

As if sensing the commotion
a skinny cyclist stops for an instant,
peers towards the sky
and takes off the next second,
to see his pregnant wife.

The bee buzzes right below my ear.

I wince.
And with a smooth flourish ,
push out the stray ivy
and close the window .