Harvest of Mind

Harvest of Mind by Odin Roark Acres of mirrors Reflecting yesterdays upon today Refracting wisdom’s tundra of experience Into regret's abstract lessons. How flexible This mind of bendable energy, Linking limbotic senses Into a synaptic playground Where one’s child-like recess plays perpetual. Discovery beckons, Hoeing brain’s porous marl Bearing not the sweat of work, Rather seedling’s preparation, The cultivation of pain and sorrow’s rich compost, The irrigation of past years’ yield, That foundation of trial and error’s natural reward. As each day's light finds horizon’s solace, We slumber into mind’s picturesque growth, Participating in collage-dreams, Challenging synaptic connections Smiling or crying, Winning or losing, We either concede as spectator Or become a player, A harvester of continuance, The perpetuation of cognition’s daily bread. Yes ‘Tis wondrous property we carry about. Respected, it thrives. Neglected, it weeds. Rejected… But a fossil-in-the-making.