Quagmire

Marshy, muddy, like the alluvial soil after rains Slippery, clutching, quaking, and giving way underfoot Pulling the solitary wayfarers with vein-nerve strains Pets and cattle, as though sailing on sinking boats, get hooked. Is human kinship as smooth as rolling on fresh flowers? Amidst love, laughter, and unbridled joy and fulfillment Like seasons change from sunny summer to monsoon showers Don't relationships bring in quagmires of self-concealment? Under the seemingly muddy water of emotions When headaches and heartaches dare to abide with happiness Within opens notions of communication erosions. Grass blades hiding the messy marshes lead to fussiness. Ponder! Meditate! Contemplate! Walk in a Zen rhythm! Quagmire says, Beware of the existential vacuum.