Euphoric Knighthood

I was climbing up a ladder on a day with a cool breeze purring through the roof gutters. The wind would dip and run inside the open metal canister then shoot up with the unforgiving wall at roof’s end… That upthrust would meet my rising hair with a foosh reminding me of ungifted rewards, like spinning windmills our air is happy and free while I climb the satoric rungs for a vision clearer than the ground below… Space between the thoughts is what we are trained to see And as those continents tread away from each other The mass of men’s woes storm along breathless air Like a cannonball bringing to smoke and cinder All my grasping mills, shuddering in the wind—let go! I put the ladder away and walk back into the garage. I listen attentively to my breathing as I open the screen door that leads to my kitchen that leads to my living room carpet where I will lay down and count all my blessings… …until I fall asleep.