Foothills

Foothills

Perhaps the fog should stay

and not reveal

the teeth of the mountain range,

a lying creature,

breathing shallow,

waiting on my path.

-Robert L. Jackson III

How man spread earthworms

How man spread earthworms

The stabilizing ballast

lowers the hull

and my eyesight

below the revealing horizon,

a blinking marker

lost in the mist.

Yet, I do not dare 

empty the belly 

of the living earth, 

and lose the ability 

to digest 

the consuming world.

But others have

already regurgitated 

their ecology 

onto the virgin land, 

once controlled by 

layers of the vivid fall.

The worms' appetites

free the thick brush 

to blind us 

of the lost civilizations.

-Robert L. Jackson III

Oblong

Oblong 

The wheel

struggles to stay round

as the spokes 

decay and pop

over time;

leaving no tendons 

to keep the mind

from collapsing

and becoming oblong.

-Robert L. Jackson III

This was written for the Poets United midweek motif of Bicycles, Tricycles and Unicycles.