I call my god no one,
For no one god is;
No one, in particular,
Knows one is his
Or her’s (it’s possessive,
This god no one sees,
Owned by the foilages
Blown in the trees).
No one created
Nothing not there
Never to witness
Nor be aware
None of one’s presence
Not nearly named
Negates the notion
No one’s still blamed.
Tragic expression
Affirms one’s needs
Remaining unnoticed,
Acting-out pleads:
Violent language
Evokes one thought
Reason is useless
To those whose is not.
Elders now elderly
Mentor detached
Parents, their children,
Apart,
Tearing patched
Habits, traditions,
Old folk have seen,
Sewn with threads now unspooled, empty, weaned.
Care for your children,
Care for yourself,
Care for each other,
Sieze belief’s wealth.
No one so poorly
Opens the door,
Windows unshutter
Senses, explore…