This is the dike that helped me realise.
I sat here and pondered over it for years
before I knew what I was meant to.
Now I look down and see only leaves
of every shape, size and colour
and think perhaps this truth is not for
everyone.
Above me scuttle squirrels on bare branches.
They have no need for a unified philosophy,
they have no need for my opinion.
Maybe this world was created by one God
- perspective -
For where one sees a golden forest
another sees timbre
Where one sees a stream of knowledge
Another sees a dirty old dike
I’ve reached the top.
Now I look down and see only town.
People of every shape, size and colour
and think perhaps this truth is not for
everyone
Above me birds fly.
The afternoon sun dips into cloud.
It has no need for a unified philosophy,
it has no need for my opinion.
It is God,
responsible for turning the forest
golden
And then burning the timbre
It is the only reason we have
- perspective -
at all.
The crow caws nuclear wars, black sky
forever
Every leaf is a different shape, size and colour.
We have no need for a unified philosophy
for I see now the sun and moon out together
lighting up the dike.
So I believe it’s day time
But you have said it’s night
Could we just accept that
Both of us are right?
This is the dike that helped me realise
what I was meant to...
That we all live under one roof,
that we all huddle round one fire.
So when we’ve knocked the house down
just to build another
we can all rest assured
we'll all die together.