Luck

Not long ago yet an epoch away
 I lurched upright 
Morpheus interrupted by
Mid night soul fuel running on
 Vapors
Long since evaporated in the 
Still born heat of an
Asian summer
Wanting.

Only to realize
Where is love if
Anger wells   
Magnanimous
And me
Fortune's fool compared to
Hmong refugees hidden
Jungle deep in 
Northern Laos as
Armed soldiers hunt them 
Like Pennsylvania deer
Caught in the headlights of the
Machine?  

And here I am 
Incarnated 
In whole
Lucky lot of six billion
Or more
Stars lined up
Vishnu smiling
While the not-so-distant memory
Of lost friends
Mingles 
With thoughts on 
Carpe diem and a
Modest man
Sari wrapped
Spinning Thoreau 
Still firing shots of peace across the bow of
Humanity.

Jeff Troyer March 2008

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Kabuteng P.Ink K.

Date: 12/14/2010 8:10:00 AM

Hi again Jeff-- you seem to have spent a lot of time in Asian countries-- thought provoking write you have here--we are sometimes brought into situations that we don't have much control over and it changes everything---