Optimist

Arms floating
in the crimson sky,
viscous transparent
drops falling from
unseen eyes. Fields
of eyes sky-stranded,
straining to look
down on the floods
that capsize boats,
apartments, empty
rooms and crowded
stores. One pair
winks violet haze
from between
the shuttled window.

The cozy room is
filled, hosted by him.
Entertaining the hopeful
limbs missing in the sky,
of tragedies unvisited.