I kept going further, further…into the thick of things…
and, coming out in left field
how conscience I had been of the secular world?
I had only been so…
by pulling the earthen bed closer to me
with musky acceptance….less and less became concealed
I could walk the same trail repeatedly
head down, broken branches abound, wild things all around
but yet, I linger, deeper and deeper into the woods…coming out in left field
to my right…crowded, madness…
distant voices…have loss their appeal
Left Field
