One More Time

Jacaranda purple blossoms flower now

marking my journey through time again

around the sun in cosmic dance begun

so long ago memory escapes me only

each again day reminds I’m still alive

more and more barely I survive not sure

what I’ve done to help this fragile world 

matters in the play of events unfolding

ever changing driven louder energetically 

amplified by new tools of electronic reach

one would hope would make more clarity

but competition rears its ugly head into 

even that muddying what could be obvious 

but everyone wants a piece of the action a

seat at the feast so the louder it gets the less

we can actually see the brilliance of simplicity

Jacaranda blossoms ephemeral joy that may

be the last beauty of truth’s mystery.