future uncertain but certainly – bright
angel on my shoulder, lucky clover
filling my pocket with wishes I ride
like horses into unicorn meadows
overgrown with posies gathered from all
those forgotten nursery rhymes . . . o Seussian
life: how can I unstar my belly to stride
proud among these lovely other sneetches?

scrape from these foolish eyes all delusion,
o father Reason! shine down untainted
truth; let me no longer wade dark water,
pull me from Lethe’s fatal illusion
forgotten in denial – leave unpainted
Platonic cave walls; trade dream for Matter.

copyright 2022 David M Pitchford