when i say, i’m looking for or i’m searching, it is inside
of me where i hope i can find the answer to all of this
the day begins after the night leaves, i try to be more than
witness to the dreams and reveries, making life worthwhile
and as i stroll on the path that i will choose, i will sing and,
so too, will dance to the tune inside my heart, of my spirit
play on, i say to myself about how i wish my life to be,
how i wish to love, how i wish to live, let not the woes
identify me
in the passing of time, the flower changes its hue
the clouds soar by and the wind whistles through
telling all where it’s been as it makes the tree sway
whilst in it, birds play, the squirrels scurry about
as the night gives way to the delight of the day
in the passing of time, rivers run east and west
north to south and the seas welcome them as the
catfish and salmon continue their journey as they
greet the dolphin and orca comparing the running
of the river’s water to riding the ocean waves
in the passing of time, the human hath traversed
the valleys and the forests sharing with each other
from where they came and where they’re going,
while in their journey they greet the deer and run
from the bear and as an act of survival they hunt the
buffalo to use their skin for coats to wear
in the passing of time, the young boy grows to be a
man, and the young girl becomes a woman as she
propagates and perpetuates life with children and
the wolf howls with joy and the Eagle soars in the
celebration of this gift the female is bestowed by
Mothers’ Nature
in the passing of time, as a portentous storm comes in
laying havoc upon ‘man’s’ construction, interrupting his
self-made destruction by descending into vitriol, from
anger into hate, embracing apathy then making wars thus
in the telling of this storm, t’is that ‘man’ is not in charge
as he believes to be but is the universe’s spirit, its balance,
for this is how it will be, this is how it is…
