The Seeds of Time

If life takes a turn toward the happy past,

Will I try to reconstruct it brick by brick?

The time that was, is gone, and may return at last,

May return only to canker all like a nasty trick.

Who knows what roots will sprout into what trees?

An honest teller of the future there never was.

Winds, storms and hurricanes begin as just a breeze.

Teeth that peep out of smiles change to sharky jaws.

To hope for justice in this life is foolishness.

Great things just come when they decide to come.

The mind cannot see; it must only digress.

The soul sees, yet must always be quite dumb.