April poems - a new poem every day.....

April 1st

April Fools

the days pass over us
like tissue paper layers
lost under irremediable wrappings
we wait impatient for signs

in a gray drizzle of disappointment
we clean out our desks
hoping half-lives will suffice

toil and spin, spin and toil
gravity holds us in place until
the time comes to lighten up

God has laughed out loud
take nothing, leave nothing behind
we bear all we need.