Some acts can be argued
either courage or cowardice,
but no fallen tree can be accused
of avarice. Whether splintered stumps
or smoothed by saws,
the crowns of gold or thorns
which write or dictate laws
are beheaded by poverty or power
from sweetening envies
or their own sours.
It makes no sense
to endow with intent
lives within it is latent;
when it thinks it’s found a home
its home thinks different.
Featured art: Point of Departure,
oil and Indian Ink on Canvas, 330cm x 220cm, by Ricky Romain.
Image used with permission from the artist.