image by Anne Worner “Peace” CC BY-SA 2.0
The river has wings
though she prefers
to stay inside her respective lanes
for fear that flight might
compromise her volatile contents.
My world weighs about 8 oz
but within her I am free.
The naked, red plains
somersault in moments of clarity,
Moments that cannot be extracted
from the mania of passing crowds.
I was not ready for my first failure
and every one that follows has a newness
about it that defies explanation, like love.
Peace requires dissent but violence
and paranoia are capable only of illusion.
If you want something, you have to accept
the challenge with every stalk
of your indispensable, irreplaceable being.