My Second Guess
How does one return to civilization from sanctuary like Walden?
How does one trade quaint snow globe atmosphere
For rampant vicious taxi cabs?
Where is right and wrong?
I left chasing hallucinations of modern Americana
New opportunity - the visions of our grandfathers
So boat left for angel island - the immersion had begun
But - missed so - My Alcatraz like cell
And lamented not a single moment - good nor bad
The memory had been beatified and immortalized
In the museum of the skull
A pilgrimage for the mind in despair
To worship - as good
The choice is knighted correct!
A step in the right direction!
But can't help and look back
And wonder if there were any cracks in the "creation of Adam"
And try to overlook - that there were
And the eye could not forget
Though the cracks appeared gone
One must remember to look forward while steering the boat
Just incase Copernicus was wrong
And continue on
To preserve the memory
And not wipe away pride leaving only regret
So that when the time comes
Where all we have is reflections
It will be our own gift to ourselves
poem by C.S. Smith
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