Awakening II: The Poetry of Gunnar Våken

Poem: Liquid

Is there a poem
In the bowels of the soul
When the heavens are liquid
And the creeks fail not to roll?

I grind, I roar
To meet the morning bell
Dripping in rush
Giving everyone hell

Made it, with a sigh
Of relief
The clock is never friendly
It's a foe
We all need to beat

The grey sky stretching
From America to the Coastal Range
From Vancouver to Chilliwack
Covers our entirety
Will this ever change?

Liquid is good
Better than drought
Better than winds blowing over
Drying trees
Knocking heads about

Is there a poem
In the clicks of a keyboard
When the tears of sagging leaves
Drip ceaselessly on my
Electronic sword?

~ Gunnar Våken