We have this tradition
in place
whereby our satisfaction
is the chase;
is built around certain
achievement –
a lifestyle some acclaim
entitlement.
~
When I was a young man
we gathered lives,
in a single room was the plan
celebrating our tribes.
Well I was told the story any-
way to appease
my gentle mind beyond the many
matters of tease
meant only to satisfy our need
to celebrate each
other in manner one might heed
if asked to somehow teach.
~
Tonight I struggle for forgiveness
not knowing for what
yet full aware own goodness
keeps insanity driven shut
out from our interior, where the rain
of circumstantial
unraveling of the mind is insane.
i look to your world
if when you do cry, do you remain
are you often twirled
on a merry-go-round like a child shy.
~
We will give thanks to our world in tomorrow’s dance
always clueless to that circumstantial evidence.