Now!
I should have seen this coming
years ago during the age of hippies
and UFOs and toxic wars.
I step now with sand in my shoes,
squinting up into a sullen sky.
Birds disappearing into the clouds.
The bone-dry desert
seemingly endless as if a dream.
Age has taken in some ways much,
but it has given an eternity quest
much more than I ever thought.
The moon a signal
of an upward way to escape,
a staircase to the the bowing of stars.
Hurry now!
The evil ones have much power,
but less than they think.
Keep your composure in your belief.
The deserts here are more
than we see.
Birds now landing in the clouds,
waiting for us to take a deep breath
and fly.
Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write and paint and can be found on Twitter @papapoet.
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