Undergrowth

Farther than my earthly heart could carry
I fit pieces through the small links.

We had an audience looking our way,
Talking and walking away.
They knew they wanted to feel it,
But laughed and smoked it off instead.

Small pebbles, echoed mountains.
Our lightning sundered the ground.
We were the storm in the horizon.

See, they were running to the notion
They could live without transformation.
Drive with their mega mugs holding too much
Of what they never needed.
Blocking the simple connection out from view.

At least some arrived with their senses.
Portraying with their eyes.
Able to escape being the senseless victims of compromise.

© -Sonja J Johnston 24-Feb-2014