wander-fairers gloat  in seeming  calmness
about the depths of the seas they've  traversed
tropical palms thus plucked
on Wayfaring waves a  day
in the past
Storms fierce they gallantly
heroically faced taut strong
unending

The Eartheners pout in earnest
of the soil taken and
the mineral reserves being stolen
of gold reserves and conspiracies
while painters talk about ivory
and elephants with
abstract art all the critics rave
how that touched them

The Realists resolve to see
each sunrise sunset as
a Godspeed to destiny
an earthly climatic episode in
a timeline of finality
seeing doom ahead.

I like to take a breath.
Have a banana split.
If that's not available
maybe some cornbread in sweet
cream possibly a strawberry
in season.

Taste a smile. Throw a compliment.
Maybe careless how I do it at times.
But bask in the comedy
of errors and randomness.
Seek an ism in the growth of my own
sadism, a ick in my
lack of understanding. And just be peaceful.
Lie down.