An Epiphany In Free Verse

Along the serpentine trail, thunder Sounds forth from beneath my feet. All of the creatures that squiggle and squirm, Retreat at the coming of my approach. The waves on the lake open their mouths. They strike each other in an intricate cacophony. They speak to me in whispers. I am moved by the hush of their serenade. All around are the trees. The wind blows and they laugh at me. Before me is the corridor of disdainful grins, As I walk they spew their insults and derisions. Though, their chiding is a source of agony, the shine on their grin gives me pleasure. I choose to take pleasure in their shade, as I continue my blasphemous trudging. At the end of the path lies the serpent’s head. There in the meadow of my ecstasy, Is a pair of snake eyes, winking at me in this place that I love.