
God in a bottle,
with a scroll from far away,
telling me what to do.
Surrender to a
continental divide, take me left or ride
from ocean to ocean, soak it in,
this is to teach you obedience,
give up your resistance,
heed the message in the bottle
or fall full throttle
from mountain high.
No, the question isn’t one of
obedient
resistance,
but one of
home
and happiness:
is your mounted heaven
a place inviting
for the likes of me
and my frogs?
Or is your heaven
only a place
for the wardens
and the proud
who think they
deserved this
so much, like they
cured themselves
of poison?
***
find my book on Amazon
I like your poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
thank you:)
LikeLiked by 1 person