Fountain's Peace

I defied the life from whence I came.

I defied the light that lit my face.

The floods both rise up with the rain.

And wash tears into this broken place.

The winds will whistle in gusty psalm.

The clouds will drum on the atmosphere.

A boy still lies in a fountain, calm.

A fountain with neither waves nor fear.

The boy, he sat and thought.

It wasn’t a question of worth

Or a question of faith

Or a question at all

All questions have answers

Right?

He wasn’t fond of mysteries

Or keen to believe

He asked many questions

But the only answers he kept

Were his own

On a bright cloudless day

He saw not the beauty

He felt not the warmth

He just saw empty skies

Empty skies

He would ask himself

Wherefore art thou?

But he never got to the last words

Because he realized his words

And felt silly

And there,

In scattered restlessness he slept

In the shadows of a melting kite

A whistling bird mechanically curled

As black smoke follows it down

He’d whisper a name to the silence

But only hear the rattles and clatters

of armored bones.

A home’s not a home when alone.