A fence keeps them out,
Stroking the makeshift gates
The contents withheld, they will never know.
Blocks, sticks, plastic, tape hide what we shouldn't take
Only in innocence will the wonders unfold.
Bickering of imagined enemies, a friend or a foe?
Concrete upon concrete, blocking reality,
Enabling the disabled creative.
Reaching for nothing's, plotting new crimes,
Against generations above.
Makeshift gates working wonders, doing what you love.
Orderly Queue For Reason.
Standing, talking, laughing, humming,
All familiar pattern of living.
Not looking up or down, Straight will lead to the light.
Direction dictated by someone's saying,
Study backwards, look forward but not too far ahead.
Outside the trees are swaying, branches beating their drums.
Inside the mind is playing but sooner or later succumbs,
To daylight and being and just staying true
To whatever it is that is not misconceived.
The clocks move sideways, their handles reach to control the next phase.
And I being honest, not causing scandal, learn to live in an orderly way.