breeze

he swam as fast as he could
dreaming about the cool grass
where he had once
laid his head

the morning he saw
a rooster and a rabbit
whisper his future
he knew
it

at noon he saw
a small beetle devour
a giant worm
but did nothing

to save the much bigger victim

Sundays are made for hymns
republics must have soldiers
shouldering the sanctimonious
who rule by credo

upon opening the box
she saw the receipts of
all the failed ideas
dreams that did not come through

one nation of providence

the cow slaughtered in Texas
its rib bones a dog’s feast
the Alaskan fish
its tail a cat’s delight

lynx’, if you prefer, bobcats
relinquishing predatory manners
in favor of scavenger generosity
machinery and weapons the province of
nutrition and cultivation

boredom and greed defined
comfort spoiled as freed time
religion the cornerstone of ego
jury unbelieving in God’s judgment

when the tide reaches the mountain
from where it came
will it be for cleansing?
nature seeking a higher ground?

the space we share
suffocated by vehicles
populated by primordial
engines feigning time consumed
the clapping of leaves
at the presence of the wind
from the breeze
drowned by the ocean
making the mountain top
an island