Author: Leo Barca

Precariously we met.

A past with
Package to hide
Heart and Soul
May triumph grief.

Shallow pools, I
Lost my world
When you arrived
Let it fade
Pools of grief
We will wade.

The madness of crowds won’t reach us here. Where courage took us there kindness supplants disbelief. The winter silence breaks in a crows rhythm. We thirst for life, frozen in time yet warmth escapes your fingertips. Like foxes we coax boundaries upwards with hands on wild reigns.

Bleak grey mountains litters an otherwise blue oasis of life. These peninsulas are now deserted but once they were ripe with families of fishermen. Wild sheep roam freely among foxes and deer. All equally clever and unique, finding a way to navigate towards life through frozen winter storms. Survival, today an internet curiosity where people invite themselves to fantasies. Illusions ill gotten attained like winter clothing in ripe fields of green grass. A local history book tells tales of men and women who defied foreign invaders, occupiers of their land, in a dubious chess match. The rocks are ripe with minerals overflowing as if to mimic abundance. What you eat is caught and people disappear at the ocean as surely as the sun rises. Vast sheets of ice sheltered these parts. The weight of the matter is inconceivable to a conscious mind.

Greed has no place here as the claws of it breaks upon stone. The word God comes naturally to the tongue of these descendants of scarcity. Laughter and madness follow the elderly who still remember a different time. What’s out there, all the shouting and and quarreling and squabbling for some anointed declaration of self worth is treated with caution. Certainty of demise and an understanding of our similarities as opposed to our differences, feels threatened. Yet here, it reigns supreme.

Busy men wearing robes of compassion stir a melting pot of spoiled goods to enrich themselves by creating the Chaos they pretend to oppose. It’s been some time since that monstrous noise paid visit out here. The sky was dark and times were rough.