White Squalls

I covet freedom,
oft times within my grasp,
white squalls of life
casting me adrift, taunting
my audacity.

I do not comprehend
the span of my days,

                           nous vivons tous pour
                           toujours de toute façon,

but I can scatter matter
with merely a thought.

Love is my brand,
delicate as rainforest
orchids caught in a hundred
years frost, like minds of
people fading to callousness
from over exposure to
their own self-indulgence.

                             A lesser resolve will
                             not get me to the sun.

© Rob Taylor, 2020

“The influencing impact of human beings, on each other and nature, is refined by the commitment of every individual to expand her or his inner dimensions.”

Taylor, Rob. The Irreducible Primary: A Dialogue on Nature, Spirituality, and the Human Condition (p. 69). Rob Taylor. Kindle Edition.