8/31/2021 – what rage

What rage has Earth for we
Who tread upon her?

8/30/2021 – a haiku

About my mind build
A bridge to distant places
That I might see them

In the wind the trees sway like always
The sky’s painted with blues and greys
The birds chirp and sing
The grasses peck at my toes
Like always

And all the while
Places worlds away
Knock, knock on my mind
And my mind and my eyes
Cannot agree

Like a seed it grows and blossoms
Like the wind it tickles my skin
Like the sun it melts my heart
Like the night, it calms my soul

Swirling time knocks on my window
Pecking like a bird with a seed
Incessant
Unyielding
Asking: when?

And when the raging torrent of time
Passes by
Winding before you
Roaring about you

Step in

The heart beats quiet
Longing for the sun to shine
Waiting in shadows

Soft breezes whisper nothing in my ears,
Speak of the recesses of my mind
In which little grows
And some festers

The wind grows faster, wilder
Whips and pulls at the detritus in my heart
Coaxing the tar away
Freeing my breath

Until naught remains of the broiling pain
The freckled, frayed bleakness of my soul
But a sunlit shadow
And a dim memory

The mind’s wit oft lies

Confounding truths with reason;

Listen to wisdom

The constellations sail along
The black and lonely sky
Like music, bright and heav’nly song,
Their stories writ so high