Brace for re-entry.
We are on the journey back
from days of beautiful denomination.
Microcosm Utopian of idealistic civilization.
On this Monday there’s a lack
of colour and common consciousness.
A frustrating thrust of others’
sense of self in faces
gladly grubby,
creased, greased, glittered, refitted
with natural smiles.
Hold on to that happiness a while.
Block out the brash blast tablets
of the crass consumer classes.
Transport yourself with memories of
Redwood morning walks.
Swaddle cloaks invisible
protective and permissible
with expectations reasonable
and feet at one with earth.
