Seasons of Certitudes

 

I. Summer of Uncertainty

 

I shook the hands of the branches of the staff,

Behind a mask that says that I always laugh,

Upon the stage as my headpiece balanced out,

There were the queries and the lack of reassurance.

 

To sit in a captain's chair I had a chance.

A hypnotist made me sniff the right and dance,

I heard the pig and like a frog I leapt out of my seat.

Riding through the desert full of the heat,

Sign of the summer of uncertainty.

 

Sitting around waiting to be contacted,

Reaching out and not receiving much response,

Searching for the summit, never hearing back,

I listened closely to the voices on the rotating piece.

 

Fearing loss of friends and university,

Slowing my heartbeat to cure anxiety.

Closing eyes to hear the answers gone unheard,

I looked above the river envying the eastward flight of the bird.

 

II. Fall of Confidence

 

I pushed myself beyond my comfort zone,

Continuing to volunteer and support what I have known.

As I searched around in the meantime for another niche,

But it was not me whom the contacts wanted to beseech.

 

Everywhere I read about the exploits of my friends,

Felt worried that I was falling behind.

But how can I be behind if we are on separate paths?

We follow passions where there is no one whom we may pass.

 

In this place of comfort I met various peers,

With whom I could share both my laughter and my tears.

 

III. Stasis In Solstice

 

The devil's glass altered my perception,

Irritated my eyes to the point of rage.

How did I change from a young optimist,

To such a bitter old man at my age?

 

Haunted by temporal spirits,

Reminders of what cannot and will never be.

How many trials must I face to restore my youth,

And retain the wisdom of what I know as truth?

 

The day of the sun's lowest point,

A moment without movement of any joint.

It takes good news to break the ice,

Acceptance from one place has been revealed twice.

 

My friends brought me out of stasis,

Wrapping me with care in catharsis.

 

IV. Pastures of Certainty

 

Overlooking the shades below the leaves,

From the table at the top of the hill.

Green that I could more than just tolerate,

The most gratifying graphics that one could ever feel.

 

The wind caresses the hairs on my skin,

The bird walking around the roots.

Another feeds on a crumb before it flies away,

Twenty-fifth of May.

 

Hand risen out of the surface,

Threads droop down from the branches.

All the blue of the western birds,

Do they also have red or orange?

 

Woodpecker wearing a red hat,

Bird perched atop a lamp post.

Send me a skylark bird, please bring,

I must write about it – it is spring.

 

Ducks waddling below the bridge,

Under which the children play.

Puppies prancing on the pasture,

Park painted in colors with pastures of certainty.