By Charles Sapp II
As I lay my head back
skyward;
the heavens fall into my eyes,
whereas; the past foreshadows the future.
Translate its wisdom in native tongues;
through the winds,
heard and felt,
message unseen.
it reminds me to love
beyond
the recklessness of beings
that treason with nature.
The Earth’s gravity
are my shackles
as my soul is confined
with limited visitation rights.
March 6, 2008
Grounded
