Talking with some friends.
Discussing the way the world is.
The fear and dangers.
That I feel.
Wants versus needs.
Life and death.
They say fear not.
We have free will.
Free will.
What's that I ask
The reason we can survive.
They say.
Fools
We can't survive the every day world.
Because of free will.
Free will gets us to heaven or a better place.
Buy choice.
Choice between good and evil.
Belief or no belief.
Heaven or hell.
Not potato's
sweet or plain.
Free will has nothing to do.
With this earth.
It has to do with our choice.
Guides, teachers, god's
Heavens and Hells.
Death or life.
It's all do with our free will.
Nothing more.
Rainbows alive and
twisting in the sky
with the brisk business
of not warm yet summer,
I stand beneath,
white stork legs defiant
against the pebble sand
peppering of wind to
sifting, shifting matter,
mind on the music of
children harp laughing
beneath the unmistakable
clucking of parents
herding young ones away
from the beckoning trickle
of water and tide and
cold chill of not warm yet…
count and counterpoint…
but I am warm
in this chilled sun
as my hair whips
like an Eiffel above me
and I throw my arms
wide and secure
in my right to take all this
tableau into myself and
become the grains of life
in midst of too quick
shattered sweet living
and I shout for the
full flavor of it as it
burns my thirsty,
open teeth
Yesterday,
two doves scratched to find seed.
Today, only one pecks, while stretching
its neck to watch for Old
Calico.
Walking through horn blasts, jackhammers, shouting, talking,
nameless faces rushing.
Menu is the same: bacon, eggs, toast.
New dresses don't frequent those windows.
Animals people the zoo, eat gruel and watch the show.
Mimes dance, silent in their boxes.
Trains slice through well-meaning neighborhoods.
Destinations are places without voices.
Refrigerator is full, but there is nothing to eat.
Fear locks every door.