being is easy

being is easy

a solitary bird in the bush

caws twice

to the heavens

i hear

and my consciousness becomes succinct

i look to see

to discover

what may come

i see a lawn covered

with drying Autumn leaves

energy intact

yet dormant perhaps

going with the wind

seeking their final resting place

that they may transmute

and give back to life

the decay devoid

of previous awakenings

when they were vibrant and green

i hear a poem calling

to what end

i knoweth not

but i shall be obedient

and scribe as it comes

with naught but clarity

to make sense i strive not

for in the struggle

perspective is lost

the little red lines appear

underlining my expressions

here and there

much like life

no cautions given

some times

the only rhymes to be found

are intermittent

a weaving not of my own

for the seeds sown

are from another’s storehouse

i smile at the ludicrous appearance

of me

reflected

even in this detached state

where being is easy

in the moment

being is easy

© 29 November 2012 : william s. peters, sr.