Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

What's In A Name?

Why don't you point your confetti gun at the discouraged,
the underfed, under-served,
instead of the two percent who have enough?


I stand at the line with an empty plate,
ready for a few words,
and see this place isn't for me.
I have food at home.
I could use
company, but not
when there is so much mediocrity
that we can't cultivate the best
from downtrodden souls,
give them a hand in their hour of need,
rather than pity for a lifetime.

Why do we rub elbows with the elite,
marvel at celebrity?
To get a piece of that pie?
Table scraps is all I see,
and thus I put my plate back,
return the tines and sit beneath
the everlasting tree
shading me for an eternity,
hoping they will come visit
to share a few joyous moments.

The sun will fade, a chill will rise,
but not for a flame burning in our eyes.
Insects will bite as we don full attire
and cavort about a fire,
telling stories each has never heard.
We hope somehow we've found a friend for life,
before our tongues tire and souls depart.

If I could just remember your name in the morning,
I'm sure we'd meet beneath that tree again.
I drive by time after time,
as I'm sure you have done the same.
Just didn't get your name.
The search for a friend and true purpose
begins again.


6.17.21

now that's a rambling piece of prose. Meh.