Rows

What if
life does not travel
in neat rows,
clear paths,
where the rules that you have used

suddenly

make less sense, where
color and seasons
are mixed
in a mad palette, something
out of Alice in Wonderland,

where every choice you made,
had to be questioned, where
straight lines
led
you
to
the precipice
of madness, or worse,
love, or worse,
God?

What then,
if the heart had control,
and the mind
was merely it’s servant
and facts
mattered less than belief?

What then? What then?

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The picture was taken in Salem, New York, at a place called GardenWorks. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom