Through the trees, to fields
beyond bricks and mortar,
construction and glass, ego
and artifice.
Past the city’s everyday, where
each aspect becomes
all too familiar. The same traffic,
routine, panhandlers, politicians
and common sin.
Get away. A highway
leads anywhere beyond borders
and the cost of complacency.
There is never clarity.
Nothing is exactly as it
has seemed. Find your peace,
share your dreams.
                                                  j.g.l.

Today is World Poetry Day.
Where politicians and ideology
can try to build walls and place
boundaries on compassion and
information, poetry can (and will)
rise above those ruthless bastards
to ensure a human voice will
always be heard.