A Pun, if you will
If only I could look at life from a bird’s eye view.
To see the whole picture, the outcome.
That way I’d be able to better delineate
my cogitations about my life, at least.
These everyday struggles and experiences relate
directly to the natural formation of a river.
Something happens, and it is shaped one way or the other,
giving it its unique configuration. Right now I feel like a stream,
not quite a river;
Though I’m still streaming and moving forward,
at any point a boulder could cut my venture short, and then
I’ll be dammed.
Bovine
While they are grounded,
there is no sky, only the towers
and the elevators climbing 50 floors;
to them the ultimate ascension.
For it’s a well known fact
that cows can’t look up at the sky.
They hurdle through Downtown,
with poor agility mooing with heartburn.
The herd in line to meet the traffic
to race home at a bovine pace
to tend to their veal;
so like cannibals they can eat them
to digest their soul and attain their powers,
along with more weight to throw around.
The skyscrapers they leave behind them
are their only beacons to Heaven and the stars.
