Shifting Light

the late night clouds
are making faces at me.
I retort
with clouds of my own.

billowing smoke
rising upward
from an open mouth
that is sure
to join them
soon.

the stars attempt
to make me smile
yet they
will leave me, too.

the sunrise
will pick up
their task
but,
eventually,
give up
and burn
my skin.

isn’t it a shame?

with so much
beautiful scenery
all I can do
is stare
at my feet.

at least
the grass
is green
on this side.

right?