Inside And Out

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see. - Thoreau

in a primitive, pragmatic prison of man's making

backstage in a play of god's aching

i draw the curtains on a dark world

if only for a night's duration

my body aloof in a sort of isolated incarceration

clinging tightly to a rhythmic lifeline

singing and dancing

alone in my head

what a place it would be

if everyone sang and danced on the outside too

simple back and forth rocking

slithering like contented worms

through trials, troubles and faith's storms

wide-brimmed hats and smiles

stretching on for miles

stacked up to heaven in endless piles

less time for cloaked, devious destroying and hating

more time for creating, loving, and caring

especially with the right music blaring

Author's Note

"Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?" - Thoreau