The Other Side of the Cloud

We angle for shelter to split the coin
ignoring the side the shine is on
the furies have burned a tougher breed
those fools who stumble into fights

Rage and blast the spume
remembering the many slaps
slip out within the wake and not be seen
cold hands and restless hearts confuse the trail

The knots get tighter
as we make sense of how we think
and face away the poor starts
yet moss can grow on stones in rippling brooks

A breath of knowledge can sigh away the stubborn
still prevalent policies launch meaningless quest
even as our ramparts are assailed by a sense of reason
madness comes flooding to steal a march on rational thought