A Reverie at Prairie

The green meadows of renaissance

Fete me home
Thriving on the earth
From roots of uncertainty
Resuscitating cerebral equanimity
Calefaction replaces hypothermia
And as I sip from the demitasse
Of plummeting agony
Flumped onto a wooden swing
Of lachrymose nostalgia
Satiety plenishes me again.

As my vision goes blurry, almost languid
My vagrant eyes decamp and go instead
To where the grass is not so green
A water pump, still upright
Almost overlooked, I espy
More rust than varnish
The orange-blue majesty
Possesses amour propre nevertheless
I wonder if 'tis aware of its flaws
Or is it just dissimulating into resilience
Irrespective?

I recollect my moments.
I'd whine at the sight of a blemish
Imprecate karma for my woes
And envy mankind
For their blithe and buoyant lives
The grass is always greener
On the other side, They say.
How could I be remiss enough
Not to see haven in my stormy eyes?
The way my lips curl to form a smile?
How my cheeks scintillate after a walk of a mile?

The grass embosoms me like quicksand
And the grassland palpitates its heart out
Hailing
'Hasta la vista!' As I stride across
The thoroughfares of reality again.

Picture credits: +Elomere