Within the Poles

Within the Poles

By Tony DeLorger © 2012

Outside the rain is constant,

tempered only by the struggling sun,

edging clouds aside,

to exude its life-giving radiance.

Inside, in the warmth of shelter,

my mind wanders,

skipping across landscapes of unknown origin,

pursuing elusive thoughts of content,

while the travesty of life’s serenity,

graces my hopes,

and entices my naivety to ignore

the fear and malice that surrounds me.

My world is at peace,

flowing like a trickling stream,

drawing closer, ever-closer to the source,

time like a marker,

reminding us all we have limits,

and stagnation steers not a course.

I try to hold fast to my peaceful mind,

thoughts of love and compassion,

my anchor to earthly plight,

yet a world of ill-intent keeps pounding on my door,

reminding me that balance I must accept.

Outside, the rain subsides,

the sun, with chest stuck out,

imbues life and momentarily placates

the isolation of those wanting,

those caught in the torrents of malcontents.

My mind wanders,

seeking memories of blissful life,

the burden of awareness,

ever-present.

Here I am, between the poles,

accepting, hoping, giving.