Raised with the absolutes

Raised with the absolutes

The always and ever

Finding myself wanting

Sometimes and not never

Mondrian to Rothko

Fine lines to edges soft

With primary colors

Bleeding together oft

How did you end up here

How did you end up here

Surely this is not home

Were lighthouses absent

In your drifting and roam

Instead on a light pole

With presence still regal

How is it you became

A parking lot seagull

Unwanted and unplanned

Unwanted and unplanned

Trees growing in chainlink

Absorbing the crosshatch

Like skin and tattoo ink

Fighting for survival

Struggling but with success

Branches crown above their

Branded trunks of distress

Boating past burnt bridges

Boating past burnt bridges

Franz Kline water graveyard

Efforts to reconcile

Has Truth in disregard

And here, firm as before

A non-deluded choice

I am in reality

And comprehend my voice

Gnarly Rodin scultpure

Gnarly Rodin sculpture

A stocky sycamore

Grappling to stand upright

Pillar, ceiling to floor

The hardship of being

Tireless grunt of the gut

And there beneath its feet

A squirrel and its nut

We had our brief bursts of

We had our brief bursts of

Beauty in time and place

A few sparks sprouting stars

Hurling for outerspace

So many fireworks flashed

Billowing smoky clouds

Dissipating drifters

In temporary shrouds

I wanted more for you

I wanted more for you

A greater happiness

A sense of worth, like gold

Comforting tenderness

Be mother and father

To your innermost child

And protect your dreams in

The wide open and wild