the silence of the law

[fledgist]

something fractures when the clouds are high
the promise of the rain does not suffice
a hope for change for something that will fly
beyond the boundaries of neat and nice
the sound of aircraft passing to and fro
betokens thunder or something far worse
an uncertainty as to what is actually so
or a strong certainty which is far worse
the sharpness of the shadow tells us that
the sun is moving down its daily slope
the night will be returning and that's flat
tomorrow bears its usual freight of hope
what we will see is never really clear
but our desire is for all that's truly fair