(1)
Another trip
Another trap
Atop the planet,
Worried, so hurried,
Skating thin ice,
Arms and legs going goofy,
Windmilling for balance,
Stopping from toppling,
In sheer silent fury.
(2)
Pausing,
Under touring skies,
To breathe in
Painted fresh, fresh, frescoes,
Relentless brush-strokes,
Dripping from your eye-line,
Murals from your mouth,
As clouds your sunset shroud.
(3)
Readied now,
To journey home,
And realigned to
Bow.
This is brilliant and nuanced and real. The whirl of life and what our creative minds do with that. There is a depth of awareness and introspection to the piece that is profound.
ReplyDeleteRealigned to the bowing position,
ReplyDeleterealizing our own humility -- made the trip
all worth it.