8/29/2022 – rivers, plains, and mountains high

There was a time I rode upon
A wind both fierce and strong
That carried me hither and yon
And forced a journey long

At first I asked for quiet, then
I asked to turn around
But winds do not listen to men
And ‘long Fate’s road they bound

So to horizons far I flew
E’er wondering where I’d wend
Unknowing what I’d travel through
Ere we reached journey’s end

At last when wind began to die
I looked around to see
That rivers, plains, and mountains high
That theretofore were spinning by
Without a hint to how or why
Had gone and transformed me

7/21/2022 – poised to kick

When I was lost amongst the reeds
With mud between my toes
I saw before me that which feeds
The world’s most troubling woes

It took the form of a man bright
With words as fine as silk
Whose power lay in verbal might
To lead those of his ilk

But there amongst the reeds I saw
His feet were muddy too
And his facade for me did thaw
Revealing what was true:

His pow’r was false, his words a trick
Aimed t’ward some lesser mind
His muddy feet were poised to kick
People not of his kind