The drab and bleak existence set aside,
my corner of the neighborhood, secured,
to go beyond would fight the rising tide
of factions gathered, waiting for the lured.
I shuffle by on paths of comfort, eased,
to work assignments sheltered from the hordes,
and home again, without a moment seized
to recognize the richness life affords.
Sometimes our spirit shakes itself to find
that status quo and safety can't replace
enrichment of the soul, still intertwined
with nature and its awe-inspired grace.
The world is there for humans to behold
and interact as spectacles unfold.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.