So If We Start

so if we start to wander

amid the island breeze

and spend the hours of our thinkings

to unloose the ways to fail

to miss the point and then miss it again

while congratulating ourselves

and lest the hounds be loosed

to chase reason back into the pen of dignity

so if we start to wonder

among the winds of change

and see the eyes red and bleeding

the bony aching fingers of release

so if we start to wander

among the ruins of our own civilizations

and see the pillars of support

with nothing rested on them

arch the brow and pull the bow

i shall not fail to do as well

the ground is wet with dew and the fruit is ripe

let fly true that we may eat of the fruit together

copyright (c) 2014 christopher w neal