Simply strike camp.
Kick dust across the dying fire
Hoist the pack.
Ignore the map….
Category: Poetry
After the storm
I move upstream
The water is brown,
Churned
Ringed with foam…
Flashpoint
Dissonance
Cold fury
The unsettled scores
Of arrogant men…
Irrational numbers
We live and move and breathe and have our being
Saturated in the sacred
Scarcely perceiving
That beat….