Awake

for CJC - 2024   click for print version

Ah poetic morning

no mourning yet
for Summer leaves falling
as Summer breeze leaves room for Fall

So while some are falling -
in crazy love with someone else’s wife;
sound asleep through another day of life;
in pain from anguish over distant people’s strife -

I am rising from my nightly toil,
stirring new thoughts to boil,
knowing once again my search is foiled
though unhampered by policy or procedure,

for meaning, reason, or excuse
to justify unending abuse
man heaps on man,
and woman also,

until at times it seems all so
tragic and absurd that
I wonder what sort of god
ever thought of that

awake now