Community
writing the future
writes the present
and wrote the pasts
of secret watering wells,
brawnily
in this quiet forest.
Futures
unfold
with hope
as dreams
good/bad/indifferent
Presents
are gifts
to live each moment
as one likes
Pasts
are instructional
guidebooks
for choice and action
The facts
of past interaction
in universes absurd
watering well
that is life
pooling force
amongst gravity's
dictates
brawnily
we can open futures
like rain
we can open presents
like pipes
and open pasts
like canals
/or shut them off
What would make you free?
Forests
both good, bad, and indifferent
are gifts of life
with choices and actions
forced by gravity.
What makes free?