Many who claim to lead Are mere followers Of crowd, greed, or lust -- While others lead No one and hence lead No one astray

Many who claim to lead Are mere followers Of crowd, greed, or lust -- While others lead No one and hence lead No one astray
Moss laden grandmothers, In sunshine, shivering even so, Stylish in grace
Lost and sinking, Pulled up by the sunset, Breathing in bliss, A myriad of interpersonal offenses Scattered like seedlings: The vanishing dust of evening
Character defining whimsy, Or destiny-shaping missing the point? -- You can decide. Much of what we do Points exactly nowhere, And to what we aren't
How can we change others Living the sameness That is our wanderer's destiny? The crusades of the unaware Lost in irony Chasing after light and shadow
I was dreaming the rain Would shelter families Like ours, that were drowning Because expecting help From what is hurting you Is human, indeed
I’m glad we
Don’t prejudge others like all
Of our opponents
Lighthouse: disorientation in flashbacks where
Once, dramaturgy crafted
Signature stories of unwoven happenstance
My children grew up, but
Left their voices
Still echoing in the backyard