He got promoted and now sees
the undersides of speeding trucks,
anger of the ocean as it flings
empty message bottles wave to wave,
wind demanding plastic bags jump and dance.
Nothing more than a middle manager,
but he thinks he'll move mountains
because he now knows the mechanics,
the meetings schedule, the budget items
that will get hit the hardest despite best plans.
Avalanches to flat tires, forest fires to overtime,
all that might happen!
Still, a distance from the shaman's cave,
where he once slapped off the spider webs
from his head and shoulders, and now
eats them as he finds them in his garage,
alert to the change, where darkness
turned from nothing to everything.
No comments:
Post a Comment