My Condition: Our Condition

Why prove myself in verse?
Thin residue of a bullied childhood?
On the line my frail ego flaps
To set the playground straight.

The cat gazes ground-ward,
No need to prod at the borders
Of its pre-ordained perfection.
But we are on a different mission

For our stay here, is so short.
So step into life, let it breathe
And drinking deep of the river
Lay down your legacy.

The Sun has declared its genius
The Earth turns; forests dream
While we speak of our separation
From this world of non-being.

It's time to hunt around for wonder,
Joy in the smallest things.
Like this light that warms my skin
A door left open to the August rain.