I sit waiting . . .
Waiting for . . .
Seeking just a glimpse
Of a Place once seen
A Place one felt
from deep inside
Man need only to ask
the right question
to see the true answer
Look to the children
For they have answers
without knowing questions
The children ask
with their eyes
and no words
Why don’t they know
Doesn’t it show
All from clay
Part of the whole
Cutting off the world
is something one does
to themselves
Afraid of the sky
Afraid of the heat
Too afraid to fly
Afraid of defeat
All curled up in your burrow
Looking out the window
of the world
Watching the world turn
without you in it
It feels safer that way
Watching others make-believe
Even when we’re told it’s the truth
When we’re told it’s the news
And when we ask
the right questions
We’ll find the right answers
And only by standing guard
will our treasures
come to pass
Watching the children
and the animals
Or even
a blade of grass
Leo Atreides