who am i to say the sky
should be blue or the sky
should be gray. i have
watched it burning and
i’ve seen it weeping.
never should the day be
more abundant than the
night. there is no contrast
in the beauty of spring
giving birth, or the slow
dying of autumn. it is an
acapella hymn of the
seasons. i’ve given up
waiting for my water to
turn to wine, and my
bread to turn to flesh. i
have heard the words of
forgiveness mumbled by
crippled tongues of snakes.
i’ve watched the migration
of love to hate then back
again. i found war inside
my solitude and darkness
hiding in the corners of
wisdom. i’ve fed hungry
ghosts and pessimistic
angels. i’ve watched the
paradox of being wrong
being greater than being
right. i am an obedient
bum of the wild. i accept
the punishment for the
crimes of my blind bohemian
heart.
buzfree poetry 