I stood at the edge of the reflecting pool
With water cascading, lush and cool
I jumped into that pool of sun
And sank simply down with lungs
That filled easily and felt freely
To live and breathe each day brimming
In that reflecting pool
When God reflects, I thought, it might be something
Fresh like this with cold gulps of water between billowing breaths
I sat and thought that I’d lived for a day
Until I realized that I was in shades of grey
Like concrete smacks!
But blue attracts the eye to stellar cenote
When our earth erodes
And yields to puddles of calm
I knew not that psalm
But a belief in color and my druthers
Contrast a muted scene
When rehearsed and half-believed could mean that I was nearly there
To see the brushstrokes swept along the sunbathed trail
Which marked with care the journey of the candid ones
Unfettered and free to slide down the soft ravine and plunge
Deeply into the stream
I stood within time and felt the current grew
And turned me down into a whirlpool
I was guzzling Eternal Youth
To the brim of what seemed shrewd
But I found the turbulent seas grew to a state of severity
Not listless but weathered and smoothed out from there
Like iron smooths creases and minerals pare
Away in surges of the undertow
Deep breaths between the rolls and throws
Only to find that in the flush it was dried out!
If I had my choice between water and air I’d choose some of each and more to
Spare me the harsh edges of society
When pain cuts in and leaves
Me spilled out the wrong way
And filled out the wrong way
In the wrong place, the wrong shade, in shades of grey
Like stone cements and slate prevents
Me from seeing color in the cave
I’m blinded by the outrage of
My tasteless scene these days
—Blind Grotto Ways—
To roof the caged man clawing at the surface of life
But never getting in or out or down or found but confined
To shrink beneath a capacity
To be set Free
I scratch not for the purpose of getting in or out
But instead to refute the doubts
From men who think life remains slated and dated and clamped into place
Or extinguished like fire slakes
In smoky arcane
But instead I envision the sunlit sub terrain
When the parapet crumbles and society stumbles
Because life should be free
And grace should be seen
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