Cheetah flying through the tall grass
Hawk lofting on thermals
The wilderbeast dragged to ground
Doesn't feel victimized.
Mouse scampering under an elephant's foot
Monkeys swinging in their jungle playground
The lion sunning himself in the wilderness
Doesn't feel superior,
Doesn't feel special.
Human dropping a test tube
Bats hiding their secrets in caves
Are we all creatures with souls or not?
So when a virus crosses a few boundaries
Why wouldn't it?

Dawn will crackle with
madness, and a sad
soul sickness, that
breeds an all too
familiar
incomprehensible fear.

It's such hard
work to get that
click, to be okay;
to see the squirrels and
smell the leaves,
to lick the lice off the
sparrows and the grackle.

most
of us
do what
we do
for attention
and then
make excuses
for it.


Sara Fielder © Aug 2021

no shinning light

ambulances and cop cars and nightmares
concrete and ashes 

streets too dead for dreaming

the abandon buildings
like tombstones waiting


as night edges prison walls
in the vanishing landscape

we were kings of the neon sky


and when the bars close
through puddles of lost tomorrows
running every red light
on main street

in a sun turned black as night


we were the kings of the neon sky

stay here
(on the Sofa)
  feel the Beat
   (and never go)

be my boy
(everlasting)
  at the end
  (talk around)
    secrets of love

We’ve been through so much
Casual good-nights can’t stop the march of days towards years
So many possibilities for the morning
Please meet me there

Each time I think I’ve finally learned
to stand on my two feet alone
I learn there’s yet another hill to climb
With you as my willing crutch
And I’m always faltering in some
New paradigm just dreamed up
Yesterday by who we were then

At hard things.
Unanswered questions. Traffic.
Contemplating death's certainly,
so I say to you,
if we become lost in the
leggy labyrinth of love I might
cradle your elbow.



Sara Fielder © Jan 2021

****** and serpentine

This Sunday

No thatdudn't sound right.