Impasse
Is it rain or sleet or lightning or thunder?
Is it simply silly idealism or is it brilliant wonder?
A pasture of gold ablaze against the night
An endless corn maze with no end in sight
Just east lies a revelation in the sand
Each soul a different collection of lines, flesh, and a varying hand
Parking lot thoughts regarding political uncertainty
Weeping underneath a willow with abnormal inadvertence
Is every moment a blessing or are some deemed the latter?
Life a quilt of watercolors- a game of would you rather
The hallways of supposed history
Are littered with baffling mystery
Books of pressed petunias lay open like windows on a hot summer day
Childhood memories gradually begin to slowly give way
A prison, the mind, two hundred years of silence
Peace or war? Internal or external violence?
Underwater screams are heard by only the crescent moon
A caterpillar on the concrete inches away from the silvery cocoon
Rainwater slowly seeps through closed window sills
Addictions of desire, plastic, and pills
Strangers hold hands in the grocery aisle
Somewhere little rain boots lie muddied in utter denial
How does the ultraviolet light refract onto the grass?
What is it; this beautiful evergreen wildflower impasse?