to whom it may concern…

do not
lay me down
into the frozen ground
where bones
become
as cold
as winter’s breath
no
cast my ashes
into the wind
that i might sail
free
to lands
i’ve never seen
nor
pondered
upon
and
if
there be
no
breeze
then
pour me
into the sea
to catch
a current
to those
childhood treasures
seen upon
the silver screen
but
whatever course
i must take
let me not
stay here
buried
with human fears
in a land
where chains
are wrapped around
each person’s thoughts
thoughts
that bind them
to
their savage past

sunday school lesson…

still steaming
from
a staff meeting
i
visited
aunt bea
when
she heard why
i was upset
she said
you’ve never followed
conventional ways
of
thought
always opting
to
never
fully conform
or
reply
in an expected manner
i recall
when you were young
and
attending sunday school
one christmas
just before the annual
reenactment
of
the nativity
in which
your older sister
had been
cast in the role
of
shepherd
and
you
as
one
of the wise men
the teacher
asked your older sister
how she might
find the new-born
she said
follow the star
and
when
you
were asked
you said
follow
the shepherd