‘The Best way out is Always Through.’

***Robert Frost

A dream has no laws whatsoever; the biggest
Puzzle, the greatest truth.
No, No, No don’t say that, don’t think
This…that’s not what I want to hear.
Then something happens…so why didn’t
You tell me sooner? The reason always
Comes AFTER.
Never or sooner, which is it? Onward.

The visions of May…and March and April…
In dreams, the earth song of the weather…
More unstable each year
Regardless of what people say or believe. Onward.
The snows became rain and floods…
Nope, nope, everything is fine, they say…
The snow to rain, then rain to snow
And back again.
And all at once it’s spring.
That’s what I want to hear!
The grass is green, the trees have leaves,
There are flowers. A beautiful spring day.

Then suddenly a flash freeze, it means
Nothing. Onward.
Nature is alive again and continues
Its story in the spring, like it or not.
And back to the meadow…By night
The stars are alive and seem to move…
By day it put a picture in the meadow.
Symbols…Two shapes, circles merging
Over two lines…First Impression…
When worlds collide…It begins. Realities?

What does that mean? Don’t tell anyone
But me. Whatever. Onward.
It’s just a dream; dreams mean nothing.
The Song of Nature in May continues
The story…

In June…The outcry of a tragedy
Paralyzes with some widescale crisis in
The time before the Event, and only then.
National, International? It was on the news…
In the Northeast again?
And the weather is nuts as usual…
Just a TV screen in a dream,
It means nothing. Onward.

Watch June, if June is fine it doesn’t\
Happen that year…Because in that
Year, the stars seem alive all over…
Reports flood in across the globe.

And some internet searcher will say
Give me something new, Something useful…
More, more, give me more…give me, give me…
You’ll still be staring at the sky when
It happens, that’s the point. Then what?
Onward.

And in the summer months snow
Will fall earlier and earlier…on green
Grass and green leaves where it never has
Before…
And in that time a plague would
Come…New and mysterious, flu-like…
Intestinal issues…people covered with
Blisters…Camps, confinement…Monsters…

And the lights in the sky continue…
They’re searching and waiting…
And the snow would and will continue
Falling…The seasons out of tune…

Convictions fill the air waves and digital
Connections, no bridge made safe to pass
Without hearing the arguing which
Way to turn and how to think…

They will say it 10 different ways,
Just to argue for 10 hours…
A waste of time. Onward.
The smart ones, the right ones always
Know where to look…

And through the night and day,
In sleep and visions…the sounds of gears
Turning…Tick Tock…Onward…
What is it? What is it? They cry…
Don’t say that, it’s awful.
Tell me it’s Wonderful, only tell me
It’s Wonderful.
OK, it’s Wonderful.
Liar!

In a world of billions, pointing a finger
At few will solve it. OK. Next. Onward.

But, they say, they bought pink toilet paper
Or painted rainbows, spread peace and love
Since the 60’s…Worked hard…
That’s not Fair. The Fair thing is to
Blame someone and be rescued…
I’m sorry, it has nothing to do with that.
The signs are there. They always have been.
They just didn’t want to hear it.

Will Peace and Love save the World in the End?
Peace is great…Peace is always Great!
Will Peace and Love Save the World?
Or kindness and compassion…
Maybe Both. Hopefully Both.

But the Gears keep turning. Time
Moves on…Nature does not hear
A word, but feels the rage…Onward.
It will just keep going.

Valiant.