VISIONS...

VISION OF GRIEF



I had a vision

Deep awake in my grief.



It veneered

Like a glistening sun

Barging into a murky room

Owls maneuvering

In the daylight,

Confounded and lost, they die.



Sun cranes its light

And towers the algae-laden river

Thrusting beneath the creepers

It rills and ebbs

Swirls and tells.



Someone jets out of the sun

With a suspended halo

The river, suddenly contorts and bellows

I feel the water gnawing

As it disappears in shadows



I finally found a vent

An escape

Home.

The creature advances

And launches its bow

Arrow strikes through the clouds

And the rain wraps the river again.

Creature disappeared. Betrayed.



Sun demises and halo bursts

Rushing decreases and algae creeps back

Creepers and weed lunge into a panic attack

Oppression dictates again.



Finally the jungle is same.

Plagued

Bereft

Wandering

River to find a vent is still…... flowing.