Hailing

the sky has fallen
it lolls up from puddles
a jam smeared child
expecting applause

up you get sky
off with that jam
you silly crumpet
let's get ourselves
together again

sometimes we drop
a part of our soul
the letting go lost
like receipts floating
to January mulch
as we cram hands to glove

then we pause
in the waiting places
feeling lighter
short changed

unlike the child or sky
who are adding shifting
tumbling seasons round

not loosing when we rush
then seeing when we wait