Another walk (again)

We are mad together

This ground on which I tread,

And me

Of which the real and imaginary

Is just the eye that perceives

Heaven or hell, the ground on which it rests, reflects

I feel like a moon

A night at peace, at rest,

Alighting blessed (I live!)

My laughter and love, and all I try to give

And of course, faultedly,  bursts of anger that heave

At peeping eyes that cleave my tranquillity

On my walks I twist the knotted branch, and weave

Between cars and trees

Judgment and acceptance

Waves

Bobbing gasping for green leaves not eyes my head sways

In my heart rises a tempest

Her her her her, says my madness

The trees, the cars, one person alone stuck between fae and human

And the next step – what will happen (asks my madness, and my friend the ground reflects):

G?

Cal Kalve