Sonnets 1 and 2.

Sonnet 1

As I watch, languid, meandering smoke swirls
Drift and float easily from a cigarette
To the ceiling. Taking forms of new worlds,
Shifting in cycles I can't discern yet.
I watch the ceaseless mouths around the room,
But no sounds reach the most minuscule bones
Of the inner ear. In time I resume
Studying the smoky, translucent stones.
At last, when all is lost, patterns emerge,
A word to know, a shape to recognize!
Some divination with power to purge
Has removed all dread, giving to me eyes
To stand atop eternity's tall slope,
And find masked and lonely but one word; hope.


Sonnet 2

As heavy, mud caked boots fall a twig snaps,
Then another, another, another,
In rapid succession; running faster. Perhaps
Being pursued. Perhaps not. Seeking other
Means of escape boots leave ground, trying flight.
Attempt was in vain. With force body falls,
Knapsack opens spilling contents. A light
Ahead in distance! Somewhere a voice calls!
Worldly goods abandoned, hope to run for!
Newly lightened load gives way to new speed.
Light draws near, spilling from open door,
Approaching assurance of being freed!
Through door into light, a place for rested head,
Comfort in warmth of blankets on your bed.