
the wise and learned
can’t ever see what’s hidden
denying it’s truth
only the mind of a child
stays open to the unknown
the only fireworks
on this Independence Day
thunder and lightning
just like that we fall
back into the daily grind
of being hired hands
yet there’s freedom in knowing
our souls soar with the eagles
low diaphanous clouds
magnifying the sunrise
heaven seems so near
late chores outside
the last twittering notes
of twilight