it comes when you least

    expect it

hitting

hard

    below the belt

taking and

giving

no quarter

leaving you dried

    faded

as a flower

in the mid-summer day

withered from the rays

that once nourished.

 

i suppose we all

    bare

our souls

at one time or another

bare

our minds

less frequent still

    there is that mate

we long for

dream for

live for

and

    if we are fortunate

experience if only briefly

the nectar that we seek.

 

Mother Earth spins

across the heavens

while toddlers bathe

in grime and filth

the air they

breathe

    a desolate

graybrownblackyellow

haze

lingering about them

innocents all

they will feel the

    pulse

    of the earth

one day

when they breathe

their

last

breath and remember

the filth in which

they bathed.

 

in the flash

of a dance across your eyes

 

i see a hint

of much more

than a lover's

 

lonely cry

 

i reach out

and the dance disappears

 

only for a moment

 

i'll wait