ALL TIME EQUALS

(the pantheist wades in shallow baptismal waters)

I accept the challenge
Of giving up
this search of sorts

Several times
The high wall
Asks me
To climb it

Everytime
There is a louder No

The children look funny,
their eyes
hurtful and
sad.

Faces,
long and sunken:
bondservants
to the edict
of their
life’s blueprint

jim hill (09-01-00)