Superficiality and Sanity
Why would anyone wait?
As though, a film of dust dilutes the mind.
Leaving only dramatic pause.
Climatic sensibility to celebrate.
I ramble astray…in the revelation of each new day.
Nevertheless, a jaded lady often stands in my way.
To feed the madness.
In a two-way conversation.
Among the animals and balmy breeze.
A certain humbleness lightens an idealistic soul.
The humanness of my distraction…
An easily portrayed role.
I must not mistake great floods.
As removal of my illusion of opulence.
In turn, a mirage of speculations in a book.
Nor…messages on a wall.
In the smallness of reprieve,