City Zen
It is not for me to choose
the planted seed mayhap flourish
it’s blossom to produce the voice of rain
and stand between the paving cracks
a testament un-nurtured
where in it is born with every flowers hope
And I amidst this scaffold
the mortar frames
a tarmac road of pestilent dreams
refuses the sky
and between avenues of inaudible trees
I roost on rebellions kilter
let the ripples emancipate
tranquil
to the chaos
I am here
this place
this time
and from desire none can alter
life
a seed
can flourish
if
given a little water
It is not for me to choose
nor in this prescient understand
yet mayhap within a sea of clouds
some pattern determined
and be motionless
without conclusion
and gather with isolation this indefinable distance
this of
and who
with no time
and all eternity
left to me to ponder
I am here
this place
this time
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2017
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