the wax paper

Gardening by the Elevated

Let dreams arise and keep them afloat.

Nothing’s sadder than demise of hope.

 

Seeds matter, and so we search for the good ones.

Rather be a flower follower with patience for impatiens

than have the world’s rush hour overpower our needs.

 

As for the bulbs of our spiritual holes,

seems world has no time, but more than enough

for weeds.

 

But this is our station, and that train again has left us

with nowhere to go but here, fastened to the cold cement.

This is home for us, the pigeonholed homeless.

         And another day has went.

 

Let us now rest for so much more gardening awaits.    

Seeds shall rise, for the patient shall be blessed.   

Joe Bisicchia was an Honorable Mention recipient for the Fernando Rielo XXXII World Prize for Mystical Poetry. His works have appeared in numerous publications. The current public affairs professional in New Jersey is a former award winning television host who also taught high school English. 

www.widewide.world                                   

twitter.com/TheB_Line