One colored page at a time

I touched the field of amber pleadings

with eyes only sure enough to find that hidden light

Long lost in the sea of forgotten grasses,

brown from the sun, parched by a drought,

exhaling diversions as I stand facing time,

expecting faces to appear but hands caught the sorrow,

passing it down to an earth that is baked and sore,

thirsting for more, a longer plain in this universe

 

Weeping cocoons snug in the brambles

oblivious to what the outside wears,

blend in with the endings slowly creeping

awaiting metamorphosis

as a tree falls, no noise, no energy for that

Rooted in dismay, clogged by last season’s air,

pausing only to capture one final view

of the smoke stacks, brick faced commandos,

circular spewing pillars

where beneath wealth is created

but eternity is shortened at wholesale prices

 

Grey skies, a constant color palette

pressing doom and gloom

into the landscape, fitted like wedges,

force fed in spoonfuls of ignorance

Gathering place settings at my feet,

stirring up dust, blurring the wishers

wondering where the water went,

as not even mud stands a fighting chance

 

When on a hill I see them, the youth,

our future, backpacks and bubblegum

Marching to the beat of a new drummer,

right, left, right left, neither

somewhere in the middle

Reading comic books about heroes,

caped crusaders who will save the planet

(that must be what the S stands for)

one colored page at a time

 

Holding balloons, once sagging,

now inflated and reaching for a sun

that still faintly shines through the curtains

hung by those in denial, nice tapestries

they shred in defiance and desperation,

challenging destinies and fate,

as if fact is nothing more than fiction,

and fiction is something to be changed

 

And I sit in the dirt, leaving my impression

for that is all I have left, no questions that

have not been asked, no solutions

that remain passed over, just a wild hair

out of place in this take all world

as highways trickle across farm lands

and corn fields are as barren as my stare

 

But there is hope…there is always hope

 

I hope