Perspective
patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle
patiently waiting
the river of time seems to
slow to a trickle
–
mayflies
in the pond
a snapping turtle
spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude
faintly glowing stars
the ancient light a missive
from the distant past
–
a moonless night
our path defined
by starlight
what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror
silently stoic
the weathered lighthouse still stands
off in the distance
–
the setting sun
barely visible
through the fog
the wellspring of souls
beckons inexorably
for us to return
–
the bodisattfa
compassionately
delays nirvana
I shed my skin and
hang another skeleton
deep in my closet
–
alone
with my fetid
alter ego
unkempt and homeless
in need of a shower and
a touch of kindness
–
pray that fate
doesn’t bring you
to my level
it’s just a small cut
and it’s the last time, I swear
until the next one
–
self destruction
a trail of history
on my arms
don’t gamble on me
there’s far too much at stake and
you don’t know the score
–
what you see
I choose
to show