America the Beautiful
Poetry
beyond the jungle and across the gulf
lies the land of my youth and the home of my broken dreams.
i had to leave you in order to come back,
but this time, I have new eyes.
if I am delusional, correct me.
are you simply a huge professional structure built
to keep us amused and distracted
while your people butcher each other with judgments
and hook themselves on self-improvement plans
and religion
and politics
and business
and credentials
and education
and food
and drink
and relationships
and kids
and sex
to escape the abyss within themselves
where personal dragons bathe in patience?
my instinct tells me that you are more, but since
your roots are feminine, the secret is subtle.
Of all the questions I have in my chest, one dominates: What are you?
i had to leave you in order to come back,
but this time, i have new eyes.
