Full Flight of a Drifter

Deep at heart Tim is a dreamer and longs for 'that' dream And still and in certain arrest he is a child of gone times His parents Hans and Ida had told him in misleading terms ‘You can do anything you want. . .’ They meant he’s bright and energetic even perfect and While they had been kind and full of encouragement The died long before he would abandon that prison ‘We fought the war and you must be free’ A pragmatist full of rational shackles dead to the core He ponders for meaning caught up in emotional files Sits under a canopy of figs and waits for the Buddha ‘I see a forest but where is the tree’ ‘They’ say that the path is destination its very own aim The road arduous and tricky and full of obstacle’s way Sisyphus’ boulder could encroach the slope of the cliff face ‘Let it go but the harvest needs tilling’ Contradictions keep contravening mindful anticipation Opposites obscure the harmony of synthesized bliss Subconscious shadows loom in archetypal struggles ‘The conquest fights the lonely survivor’ Tim forfeits his axes to grind and carves his own shell Forges gun into ploughshares and picks up a flower Confuses meditation with mediation and forces the mould ‘Leviathan did not levitate he fell on his sword’ Every now and then he can feel the wind of his change It might carry him to a rainbow and the Source of it all Yet while knowledge bodes well it is futile without action ‘His fugue eludes the flute of sweet fruit’ He cannot sit still for he is a doer constrained by performance But the dog on his shoulders resembles a poodle in a circus A puppet on strings of comical drama a Pavlovian canine ‘Grin and bear it but do not stay idle’ Unleashed by the fangs of Odysseus Tim travels his underworld Face down belly up he reaches for breath in a bubble of light Tears at smears and disguise of a mask larger than Venice ‘All water reaches the ocean’ There are bridges and channels and at long last a pier onto Which he drags his weatherworn body his mind and his soul Someone left a message draped in simplicity on the pontoon ‘The sole purpose is living one step at a time’ 12th February 2019