Saturday, March 25, 2017

A Poem for March - The Observer of Self

Those who flee,
those who accept,
those who resist,
together on the road.
Quarrel is regular,
so is reconciliation,
and separation.
We hear the sun -
his sermon of truth,
and the story of Icarus.
We hear his falling call.
"Alas, I am free."
The escapee is elsewhere.