Folly
these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent
these poorly built walls
of isolationism
so easily breached
–
a spreading oak
the cat awaits
her safe descent
a clandestine tryst
made all the more exciting
by the recklessness
–
high desert sun
entwined eagles
fall to the earth
as one with her tree
longing for the one true love
she can never have
–
high in the branches
she watches him
ride away
no matter how far
the vanishing road takes me
I always return
–
nirvana awaits
yet I’m not
quite ready
shades from dark to pale
each made up of the other
standing arm in arm
–
frigid night
streaks of fire
light the sky
black and blue and bruised
pinned to the ropes but fighting
for our very souls
–
a hard rain
drenches all
with no regard
after the bowl sings
so peacefully sits the monk
in meditation
–
calm water
reflective of
inner peace
spying Earth from space
a hard reminder of our
insignificance
–
a sand grain
amidst the
multitude
blinded by hatred
enrobed in the ignorance
of what love can be
–
midnight-
groping for
the light
what makes one man think
he can be judge, jury, and
executioner
–
monsters
in the closet
only a mirror