Lead us to Forever Places

Ghastly

The comings and goings of the little feet

Propelled by motors of whimsy

Flying past the dust motes and defying the logic of ages

All encompassing rock formations of pink hearts

The enduring sadness of the old man on the corner

Offsetting some of the cacophonous debates in my inner mind

Roaring, poking, lunging fires of the belly

Beasts of care not stopping for anything

Not even the sound of Eden can interrupt the flow of brain traffic

The saplings reach out to us as we busily careen around

Towns and villages are places to stop as muddy country roads

Lead us to forever places

There’s no getting around the laughter of huckleberry bushes in full bloom

So we dive headlong into the mirth

Not stopping for cadences or the rapture

Too busy to notice the blooms of the hydrangea bushes

Or the up-shooting of the limbs of destiny

We are what we always wanted to be

The children of calamity making Sisyphus turn back

O! We’re such a caution

Let’s celebrate, shall we?