Another Star in the Sky

On rainy days like these

They become untamed prisoners

Just like any of us

In their own ambiguous constructions

Wailing and wallowing

In their individually coerced solitude

Pacing over cornered perimeters

That lots would love to call homes

A Monday like this will be the one

From time spent, I know this.

A strange hairless hound hunts me down

As her mother chases

Maybe to save my short little legs or just her own ears

To keep the calm ambience from my yapping

Her mothers' mother, my master, awkwardly erect on two legs outside

As she naturally dances in submission to the sun and rain

After much time surrendering to the ground

Absorbing the energies of the waters

As she embraces the Earth behind her

We both know what's coming now

Domesticated wild things

Disciples of our masters

Practicing performances daily

As understudies of our gods

It can be seen in her eyes, in the way her face and body

Moves and lies, under a fully shining sun

And almost perfectly clear sky in Spain

It rains. Vanessa Gonzalez is dead

All that glitters in gold, as appealing as exhaled smoke

Lacking of purpose and substance in these vacant, life craving moments

Calming sounds of rushing winds and bathing birds behave

Mixed with smooth flamingo music and warm chatter

Boredom begins to brew dark coffee and sweet pastries

In Spain, on a Monday like this day

That's when it will happen

Gathered family and friends mourning

Because they can always use more meaning

And she will give it to the day, a starfish

On the ocean floor of the world

Blast off into the abyss of the skies

-- V.L. Gonzalez