Pondering Sanity
Sanity ponders its domicile
Of naked ceiling
As moths cluster about hanging 40 watt,
Resident spider shows off trapeze artistry,
All gazing at something,
Gazing back at them.
Cocooned in a matchbox city existence,
Friendships often imagined
Find safety’s sublime darkness Hand In Hand
Defends well insomniac fantasy.
Such is the comfort of insectile connection,
Knowing outside such apartment walls,
The praying mantis of patience
Awaits dawn’s other kind of reasoning.
Still…
Anticipating tomorrow’s sunrise,
Sanity brushes its teeth,
Dresses its nakedness
And prepares to merge
With have-and-have-not survival.
Illuminating humanity’s chaos,
Sunlight follows sidewalk-pretense
Through high-rise lobbies
Onto skyline office floors
Where ambition’s petri dish
Continues to mutate via misuse
As sand beneath one’s feet
Offers little stability
While pondering sanity ignoring
Our once simpler way of finding happiness.
It was simpler in your time. Finding an agent, getting that first job with a foothold in the door, finding that the cubicle was too small, as you moved out and up. Not looking back until now. I'm glad you have kept up with the way things are compared with the way they were during simpler, but still, trying times.
Ron