A cuckoo sky

The cuckoo mind breaks loose on
grasshopper winds,
on borrowed wings of
cotton-light clouds.

As cuckoo silences get lost
in green grass fields like
skittering butterflies.
from one reticence to another.

The wayward heart plays with
the frenzied breath
across winter’s picket fences,
as I sit peeling
the orange sun in evening's lap.

And countless nights are born
into autumn glaze.
As sundown, breezes wild
in a desire to sleep, undone.

And then, at that unfastened moment,
my cuckoo heart breaks open into
the green of rainforests
like the galloping hoof of an agile drop.