Deep inside our collective gut dwells
frustration ..
seemingly with no cure.
Thrashing through our mind flies
placation ..
no landing spot in sight.
Plagued by our misdeeds ..
flailing alongside one another ..
toxic human stew.
"Natural" we say ..
not like flowers ..
like rotten flesh they dwell upon.
We participate ..
hidden fury contributes ..
feeding rancid soup of angst.
Wishing to be
reunited ..
fractured humanity as one.
Children once again ..
backs on cool green grass
lost in clouds
safe
smiling
dreaming
... Together
February 28, 2015
from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between
Mahalo et Merci,
Bill