Consciousness is bliss
But in this thinking world
Ignorance can do the trick.
It takes us away
From the what that may be
To the what we see.
Like the weather is how you remember it
Until it is not.
The wind blows too much like the raucous laughter
Of the neighbor's parties,
The neighbor who comes to your door
With a giant zucchini
As purple blooms mysteriously
Above the trellis
And windows turn to sunset
In the light.
The gold is always delivered in such flow,
Beyond any hope.
To work, it must be free of
Prison eyes,
It can't be the gift
We pined for.
It has to move fast to evade our
Disappointment.
So when suddenly the word comes
Of the executions:
Presidents, movie stars, icons ...
It's a pleasant surprise,
After waiting so long for the awakening
We'd given up hope
Longing for that chimera,
Justice.
