05/01/20 Every Vision Quest
They were always marching.
Don’t tell me tomorrow
we’ll wake up
on our low thread sheets
though freshly laundered,
grill a piece of toast,
and something’s going to be different.
A half-baked sage
told me this was going to be a learning planet,
and I wanted to rebel too.
It’s not that I won’t
throw my hat into the ring
and see what it feels like to die a little
for a paper revolution,
but don’t dangle heaven as my appetite.
The ship’s too big now.
You cut out a wing,
we all go.
I’m not voting against it,
I just can’t stop dreaming of consequences.
Every action is a loan,
against another wayward soul
which began its vision quest with a belly
full of good intentions