A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, hindered by periphery. |
Like forests, childlike imagination, comfortable, hides in my mind, in yours and never comes out to play, since real monsters: mortgages, equitable income, taxes and need for health insurance. When do we peer out from behind these trees, decide it’s safe to play in fields? Some clearing from dank, moss woods, glimpse spectacular mountain peaks, daring blue sky compare? Do we venture out, seek the tides of moon-promise rolling, let those wet dogs lap our weary feet? Do we attune our ears, hear wind whistling through bright foliage, spy for denizens that would near to harmonize with their uncaged melodies? Where does sheltered love brave, risk elements, venture as a curious child again? Imagine, we could be alone in the dark with no one to hold a hand. Imagine, we are all alone in our forests, not seeking one another, too afraid to play. From behind those trees we are never free from our daunting fears, with true vistas calling, curtained from Hope, partitioned from Dreams, only nightmares. Childlike inspiration aspires under the blackest mask, pierced by a distant-calling in our forests, yet white stars wink we're okay. Let’s lay in the grass tonight. 6.28.21 33 lines, free verse |