Peace in Our Times
Even as I’m carried along by the breath of the wind
Elated by nature’s own opiate of sensory richness
Trees wave gustily as I approach
- a greeting gladly met
An occasional droplet plants a moist kiss on my cheek
- a reciprocal caress?
Our hearts celebrate the truth of the narrow way
Only by the chance encounter of another journeyman
Each a grotesque intrusion upon my soliloquy of motion.
Swept along with the flow of floral magma
On the joyous thermal of hope rising around me
Unencumbered by sentient anxiety
All else shrinks to become
As distant as where I’m bound or from
In this Melchizedek’s home
Moments suspended above the path of time
By yet seven thousand beside me
Now slow but always my course remains the same
Each diversion only serving to enrich the journey…
By myriad gleaming ducats
True generosity even in death
Sequins sown among, each rock
- Stumbling block or messenger to guide my footfall?
In all life comes alive
Bathing in the wholesome fullness of my excursion
- A little extra introversion.
© cag 2005