billowy shade runs rapid
it will never stay too long
a happy ending to the saddest song
all basins…perilous and fast
I wonder what possibility they will cast
Suppose…no one will know…one way or the other
why take shelter from the rain…
it will find us…just the same
Mountains within sway…casting clouds on an overly green day.
Living in beauty, when time permits, life is a painting…
Life is something to portray.
Intrinsic are the cards…
Eccentric is my heart.
Soon I forget where I am at.
As a shuffle transposes beneath the hand,
I can forgive happy or sad.
“In my lifetime, I’m still not right.”
the Indigo Girls
Frail as an, azure manicure…He simply said to me,
“that is what we have left for you.
In such a youthful state…your only tranquility will be a savored, small room set in the mind.”
I could scarcely understand such a, scarred, singed, sage.
No matter the matrimony.
No matter the saint.
No longer…young at middle age.
His terse, flawed quotes…were far from quaint.
Until a debris of wants.
My hoarders bin filled the tapestry in the sacred room.
Cluttering my soul!
A bee swarm!
Being flawed and broken, I held the four walls up to my looking glass.
Plastic abrasions filled my whole.
Among the lonely space…
dreams of nylon insurrection paid for with youthful…tainted cash.
With all the dips and lulls at an impasse…a drought!
No, to transparency…living, life, cloudy with doubt.
One day while praying for rain,
I convinced myself it has always been this way.
Speechless with cotton mouth, dried by the fray…
One day by the river,
brittle as, burning parchment…
praying for rain.
Empathy receded in silent shame.
An anchor tied to me…made of nylon and other inorganic matter.
Material that does not budge.
For all the wrong reasons…it is an impediment…closer than blood.
Weening myself… I trudge over glorious granite…dismembered wooden limbs.
Into the belly of nature.
Forcing a battle of all my will and woes.
Assuming without my hindrance…I cannot go…
Where others go!
Deep in the stomach of lost rivers…I find I am the only fool…I know.
Traveling minus a crutch…
Bracing for pain.
Rising to the challenge…Strong against my device…
As bold as, my boldest foe.