Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

In Grass Where War Reigns

Thousand ton bombs are raining, reigning
over me, and yet dim of wit still stand
in a field where wildflowers may yet appear.
Each launch above from life seems targeted,
finds a fool in thick of little bluestorm. With hope,
as if purpose, ride out rockets’ torpedo hail.

I look at you, cranking your deployed sirens,
in your bunkers, or caves, in armored vehicles.
You don’t dispatch or deploy for this man,
who is boy, sans uniform in a lone fight.
I idle in a meadow beneath distant stars,
the largest nears, and yet fearless. Why?

Why have I survived so long walking amid
land mines with snipers aiming from bush?
I walk directly through it all, unwittingly
grow taller, stronger, but just a boy you know.
You know? Daisies at foot, small wildlife nears.
Trees suddenly take root, sky and shadow.

The blackest nights arrive, when a moon soars,
fully glows. I’m bathed, by pale iridescence
and hum. Cooled in a long night, bedded,
life furthers this soloist than galaxies above.
Tomorrow’s warheads prime in silos. I sing,
longing another day wading my tall grass.


6.22.22

I don’t know if it means anything, but meant something when I started. Essentially, emotion is drama that feels like it could kill us, but the experience makes us stronger…probably not wiser, in my case.

It just hit me: in other words — happy idiot