Inhaling, exhaling

Inhaling, exhaling
The day in and day out
Living in a story
That there's nothing about

The rural butterfly,
It exists in full grace
No sense of purpose just
Its own order and pace

Recognizing myself

Recognizing myself
Still, feeling others' hearts
But when there's no return
The Red Sea up and parts

To escape to a land
Of care and empathy
For all scapegoats and then
Cascade its misery

Without an audience

Without an audience,
Witness or pair of eyes
A vibrant profusion
Unusual surprise

Changing as the light changes
Discovering the folds
Pondering the future
And the Hope that it holds

Abandoning the stars

Abandoning the stars
Too many souls restless
Empty mouths and stomachs
Injured wings and nestless

So much necessity
Centuries, years and days
The frivolity and
Our senseless, useless ways