Scarecrow

A scarecrow dwells on the horizon

Such a lonely image of crucifixion

No ragged thieves surrounding

Sublimely frightening and beautiful

Observing this world’s unfolding

From the inside solitude of loneliness

Externally gazing at the moving distance

Tethered and shackled to lifelessness

Exposed to nature’s scorning passage

A victim of insignificant circumstance

This symbol of something miraculous

Sowing each souls fertile imagination

Harvesting it in the rags of the future

Fixed and pinioned to the present

The lonely ballerina on the landscape

Unmoved the world moves around it

Like a dancing figure on a music box.