Journey to Ixtlan

The poem “This Detour” is about the passions of life, the risks involved, and the reason we do them anyway.


This Detour

This detour is uncommon
a difference marked in time
of direction reconsidered
because you're on my mind.
Fate should have led me
down the other road
consequence expected
completely in the norm.

Inclination rules me now
emotions steer the wheel
commonsense has fled the room
as emotions step right in.
Expectations are all I have
desires are my only prayer
leading me by the hand
rushing where I should pause.

Look out you fool cries the crowd
the warning is not heard
good intent is their goal
mine is to move ever on.
The angels blow trumpets
the heavens hold their breath
perhaps I’ll take the leap
into depths too far beneath.

I overstate the future's end
considering the risk I take
doing what the planets ask
to find you by my side.
This detour was mine to make
voluntary leave of sanity
can you help find my way
because you’re on my mind.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160829.

The poem “Different Birds” contrasts the lifestyles of two types of people, with advantages and shortcomings. We as birds are somewhere in between, but is where you are what you wanted?


Different Birds

They say the sky is meant for those
who fly beyond the aviaries
risking life in limb in the blue
while the heart pines for company.
The clouds are quite neighborly
though too short in their lifetime
here in the moment in fluffy glory
then passed away as winds blow.

The sun shines on the good and bad
the rain does the same in hand
associates shared with the world
enveloping instead of close to breast.
Others may be glimpsed on the wing
perhaps pausing on the limb or wire
yet they leave to other parts
of a sky too large for solitary ones.

They say the cozy cages are best suited
for those who hold safety paramount
company secure as fellow inmates
behind the bars of gilded iron.
The perches hold the constant toys
bells and baubles seen before
ever present in the air
wallpaper to the seeking eye.

The cover comes every night
just for the inhabitants of the cage
hiding the world from the view
especially for the ones underneath.
Lastly there are the fellow inmates
see everyday in repetition
they'll never leave for the reason
that no one leaves this place alive.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160511.