Winnowing

           Winnowing




The sequestering chess master
Pulls and cuts in between the
Black and white on the pliable
Chess board, construing it
as if it is a Life of game,
so immersed is he that the
silent night is stretched
to the waking dawn,
yes, we all need a waking
dawn to redeem from the
boisterous clutter and claptrap
bemusing most of us,
the chirping birds fluttering
swoop out of their cocooned nests,
their nests, their home, their efforts,
a matter of pride for the winged ever
to come back and cuddle their chicks.
Some agricultural reformer
Swings a sickle ,
I can only look up for a wind
Or rain or solace from above.
Ground erupts always.