Sunday, April 25, 2010

more dreams

n center city, an encampment
billowing tents, wildly waving pennants
music of gongs and chimes

the people reverent, participating in rituals
of deep meaning, ancient significance

when the families stopped dancing and the music died
she curled up in her chair and cried,
walked down the street with clenched fists--

all this we gave up for knowledge?
knowledge had better be worth it

1 comment:

farmlady said...

I love this one. Especially the rhyme in the middle. It pulls everything into focus before the decided change.
Sometimes you do wonder if it was worth the exchange. Maybe we are all like the guy in the "..penhouse condo, twenty-one stories up.." We need connection and ritual. We need "gongs and chimes".