Reluctant or foretold
No beacon of goodness
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
I’m no brave soul
Blazing a path of wisdom
For others to follow
Such youthful fantasy
Camera and I lying
In long grass
Ants trundling
Across thighs and calves
Dragonflies
Hover and dart
Seek mosquitoes
And deer flies
No life
No green
No creatures
Scurrying
(Or so it seems)
The Earth
Our home
Bedrock beneath
Space above
But solid ground
Spins us round
Cycles of life
Always turning
In this shroud
Of anonymity
I allow
The self is free
To explore
Deepest edge
Furthest field
Darkest path
So I may
Emerge again
Into light
Lit within
I’m not sure
What needs to change
What needs to heal
What I need to fix
Even the appearance of a rainbow
Cannot dispel the darkness
So I plumb the darkness
Seeking the rainbow within