and i Pray

and i pray

a brisk breeze comes

a cold front embraces life

accompanied by an unusual rain

the sky is half clear

and the other half

seriously overcast

even nature appears

to be confused

is this a sign

of a coming

age

where ice may recapture

the balance of mother

what are we to do ?

gather matches

and pray

that a wind not come

and extinguish our flame

the one we have left

unattended

yesterday

was balmy

i conjured visions

of sandy beaches

and pleasant escapes

from a looming reality

i smiled profusely

within that room

filled with funny shaped

and curved mirrors

serving my reflective delusions

i am now haunted

within a consciousness

that i would rather put aside

hide from

and to sum it all up

i write an open ended poem

and i pray

© 4 June 2012 : William S. Peters, Sr.

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