Morphing Mercury


How elusive the quest
To place oneself in sync,
Wavelength to wavelength,
Response to reply.

So many agendas beg ignoring
Those places where integrity remains suspect,
Where job,
Marriage,
Relationships,
Friends,
Acquaintances,
Eye contact,
Undeserved pleasures.

For…

 
Even fantasized harmony
Portending confirmation of truth
Are often merely layered fears
Forged in distrust.

No one promised answers,
Even as schemas know no boundaries,
The road signs always offer direction
To the many of want,
Facilitating few of need,
They nevertheless remain available.

Such goes this phenomenon of plans,
Diagrammable life,
Representation of what might be,
But rarely is,
What is intrinsically longed for,
Yet seemingly uncatchable,
Like forever morphing mercury

Still…

So desperate are most,
Clutching to random connection,
That they often,

 Without reason,
Ignore the attention from others
And embrace the moment as self-realization.

Perhaps a venture off the beaten path,
A bushwhack through the untrammeled past
Might beg consideration.

Revisiting the child within
Will recall how infant outbursts
Conveyed rudimentary logic,
When diaper rash urgency,
Void of language,
Save scream and cry,
Defined simple organics,
A voicing in search of form.

So easy to ignore
Time’s simplistic message,
Reaching back toward the dawn of man,
When primitive bone and stone
Drummed the truth of need,
Food,
Shelter,
Cover,
When duplicity hadn’t been invented,
When progress was preserved by raw instinct.

Today

Actuality is in a questioned focus,
Our civilized regression,
This guised-in-furtherance flight
Toward make-believe escape,
Has jettisoned logic into the abyss of ignorance,
Manipulating instead today’s lie of norm
Into modern truth.

Beneath self-created imprisonment,

The hunt will continue
For that somewhere yet to objectify itself,
That place where slumbers intrinsic reasoning,
Kept safe by nature’s heartbeat,
Requires nothing but simple acceptance
Of what is known simply as
Ever available
Truth.

Searching minds continue
Trusting consciousness will prevail,
Even allowing occasional laughter
Along the path where momentary delusions entertain

Like morphing mercury