Upheaval in a garden

In a distant barren garden,

Slight winds glide in straight lines,

Then in circles like in a circus.

Leaves curling; uncurl while sway,

Rustling and rustle in the wind.

Worms under burrow louder, and

Crickets rise and creep willy-nilly;

Bleep! Bleep! Then chirping a chirp.

Night’s sun rush to beam a gleam,

And a portrait rays form.

Thoughts flip through pages of a life:

Tallying all achievements in flashes.

No man who was human,

No mammal that’s an animal,

Bother to wander there.

A man, he and himself,

And worms, crickets and leaves.

Breaths burst into steam

And gleam in passing rays.

As perspiration disperses

And gather on the ground

A glittering puddle forms

In which a journey thence previews.

Winds stumble then leaves rumble

Like angry waves breaking pebbles,

Troubled thoughts did more breaking.

Emotions! Seep thru’ gentle eyes.

Blood bleeds!

Night’s eyes shut!

Wind’s hiss recedes!

Who'd have courage to watch?

But when t’was time,

A gentle calm settles over Peter

And presides at the Skull Mountain rituals.

By: Jeffrey Febi                    07 Apr 2010 edited 21 Sept 2012