Superficiality and Sanity

Why would anyone wait?

As though, a film of dust dilutes the mind.

Leaving only dramatic pause.

Or…

Climatic sensibility to celebrate.

I ramble astray…in the revelation of each new day.

Nevertheless, a jaded lady often stands in my way.

How crazy?

To feed the madness.

Freeing,frenzy.

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,

everything stands.

And,

everything falls.

Greener Pasture

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Cherish moments such as,

these…

when life gathers around toiling feet.

With splinters embedded beneath the nail.

While hay lay stacked…

bale upon bale.

Even as evening’s storms remain a plight.

Alas, no chivalry in what the season’s create.

No precision to articulated measure in the artisan’s fight or flight.

A labor to our demise…

to believe other,

would be unwise.

Still a righteous harvest is ours by design.

To gather one true passion

a fodder to the mind.