When Come True

Ambient Pride
Blind cities
Moving in constant fury.
A mountain seeking rainfall to help it
To a more stable platform.
Luggage carried,
Folded.
I too, folded neatly into a case.
The perfection once sought
Now perfectly a gleaming glass
In the sunlight.
I wish there were kids with slingshots
And pebbles to throw at me.

-Sonja J Phinney © 1992