To a Jester

The jester cries his tears in vain the joy lies with the mad man eternal bliss from darkness blame the moment finite endless same Impermanent like summer tan as ancient San in Bushveld’s plane a lapse of time in patient gust with choice of haste or depth or must surrender freedom kindness trust And faithful love from inside out goodness above accepting planet’s rhyme and reason anything else feels higher treason To the laughter’s seasoned scent with roads diverging crossing bent Forking regressions roundabouts shine simple wisdom strong and stout As blackened tunnel’s epitaph do jester madman share the laugh The wise men women circle squaring out of their boxes brave and daring sparkling life flaming fan-faring The rhapsody of conscious mind in-sanity tears kindling kind 15th July 2016