All That I Survey — 7/7/23
The grass wiggles.
My temper.
My temper.
Biological misfire.
But the consequences are real.
She really should know me by now.
But she is a flawed creature too.
Demanding command of
All the space
Or none of it.
As do I.
As do I!!
Have you met me?
The fool and the mess that I am.
Fool walking in these shoes.
Mental master of it all,
Commander of none.
The grass wiggles in the wind.
The clouds drift languidly
While the sun sets.
The rain keeps wearing the mountains to dust
And the world does not wobble
At my voice shouting into the wind.
Nor do my tears wet the desert.
Mister cricket there in the field,
Chirping his own narrative.
Ah… a place to focus my ire!
CRICKET!!!
But here too I am powerless.
The cricket is too smart for
All my intellect.
All my emotion.
My temper.
My temper.
The grass wiggles.
And I cannot stop the stars.
“Quicks the word and sharps the action!”
