Jig Saw Pieces...

Dispassionately write

about the Strength

of the Emotion you Feel,

separate yourself from yourself

in layers, perhaps,

metaphysical,

but, then,

why is it you look

so quizzical,

for if you look

you might find

you are swathed likewise;

bundled and trundled away,

warm and snug in the cocoon

of your own making,

hoping for the day

you might reawaken

from the chrysalis

emerging a better Self...

 

Pie in the Sky,

why not

Cake by the Lake,

where Willow,
as ever,

weeps

and the cattails sway

and keep the beat;

the Now, the Present

that is never ours to keep,

too soon gone,

too soon gone...

 

Ask,

I will answer,

will you do the same,
after that

you take your chances

for you never know

what might dance upon this lawn...
Feb. 21, 2015