All Need Be

A continuous walk around each piece looking hard for a clue. Nothing. Why can’t I find it? The ever elusive hue redesigning our mental landscape. A mouth so succulently tender and sweet it needs a kiss?
Rain begins falling.

I amble over toward the laughing man in a glass jar. With mouth agape, acne marks cover his arms. Probably an obsessive picker I think. This display hall reaches out to a grandiose courtyard where orchids and dahlias sit neatly in the breadth of a grand panorama

I am alone and it will always be.

Once I lived in a tent carrying it with me everywhere, landing at obscure destinies never knowing its city, people or language. Dumping my rucksack I sat on the nearest tree trunk making the space mine. Locals look at my face going home.

Rain begins falling.

World, the home one lives in gives a thump to those who are discontent. Catch your breath, this life light is going nowhere. Then again changes happen every second offering a single silent source. And so you go away holding hands with the devil.