I would like to take the president for a long walk in the
woods. We would climb humble hills and majestic mountains, We would cross small steams, steaming in the morning
light, We would ramble across flowering fields and watch the
bees Bobbing on the blossoms. We would listen-long, smell deep, And touch things wet and cool and smooth. We would spend dark nights perched on a rocky crag And just look up... And think back to the beginning of time. We would walk and breathe and discover our way Deeper into the universe, Deeper than we ever have been, Deep enough to realize that we do not need To be in control, And that it is good for us to let that go On the next sun sent zephyr, And know that there is most certainly A better way.
We have been caught out in the cold In the fading light of this democracy We have taken for granted That it would always be there Solid and monumental. Silly to think it could not be snatched away Silly to think that there was such a thing as Absolute trust. Absolute good. This is a miss-read of human nature This is a painful moment This is a long, lonely walk home.
I’m somewhere between solitude and loneliness, Can you help me? This task will likely be burdensome since I cannot teach you the steps to this dance, Nor rule the hobgoblins As they step forward fast And then soon sashay and vacate The dance floor. Sometimes they are driven by a compelling beat, Sometimes by an adolescent swoon, Sometimes with no cause at all they Come out to play, Just cause. So I need you to put on That pretty dress, You know the one, And wait for me to take your hand As I wait for the next ladies choice. I think you know, I think you know better than I.
Evaporation Lifts water Secretly rising gracefully Skyward by the persistent power Of the magician-god The great Ra Our soul The Sun. Heat and sweat and wind Pluck the liquid loose Stealing it from its earth bound vessels And momentarily flaunts it Flinging it wantonly skyward In the face of gravity Rising rebelliously Then suddenly and finally It is resisted Yielding molecularly To the cold black
wall of the sky As strong force plays its part And so self-attracted and slowed And rejoined in Brief moments of chaos And Condensation And transitory concession Downward it returns. Visible now Sticky dewy icy Hexagonal flakes and shattered shards Transformed into prismatic droplets Rushing and plodding these Tears of joy Fill my cup and your ocean as Gravity gets the first and last laugh Throwing down precipitously Against these brief mile markers Of resistance… Water, Finding its only true home In the constant Cycle of change.
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