Sitting outside staring up into a cloudless blue sky
on a cool, October day watching as the sun sets
it’s light golden as it shines on the changing leaves
and the cool breeze blows gently through the boughs
swaying like the arms of one lost in the wilderness.
I wonder, as I look upon natures ever changing face
about those changes that come upon us each day
as we like those wind blown boughs
are swayed by the noise and the breath of dragons
who populate our screens and speak in angry voices.
Was the end like this for those monks on the holy isle
as they watched the ships approaching with steel and fire?
I have to think that endings are seldom abrupt and final
as we slowly edge our way to the chasm laid for us
one we have created in our blindness to each other.
What started as a small drop has become a flood
breaking down the levees of our souls, drowning our hearts
as we are washed away like so much debris
into the oceans vastness there to be tossed about.
My own introverted self seeks that peaceful place
where the machines are silent and only birds sing
to take a deep breath of the love that is in the air
as I sit here staring up into the blue October sky