Right on Front

For my arms are quite extended

as I look out upon the sea blue

in my years I never intended

to let it slip right on through.

the days are overwhelming

in fluids that are made of dew

the nights they are never ending

& in the gloom the moon is too.

I am but a quiet forager

looking for the inevitable clues,

I find the rocks are getting heavier

hiding answers in nature’s glue.

bring a voice of champions to my ear

I will present no angels or sorrow too

but listen eagerly waiting to hear

the verses that burst right on through.

agony in transition from year to year

is like staging a protest in a zoo

plenty of voices to chew on here

but don’t mock the animals nor me nor you.

deep-seated frights & suspicions

keep us tied to our churches & anew

listless lengthy tomes of chanting

bring no relief – just too much to do.