Enjoy

Darrell Petska

Birds on power lines chittering
at the supple trees´ tango
with that scalawag, wind

18-wheelers on the freeway
making light of their burdens,
playing tag from town to town

where rows of houses wink,
gleefully sharing secrets
teeming within their walls—

yet past regimented desks
in bumper-to-bumper offices
the gloomed masses shuffle,

eyes to their toes,
worry clogging their arteries,
lungs gasping in fear.

Sun, moon and stars
do acrobatics to no avail:
so joyless these people

amidst this show of merriment,
their eyes refuse to see
the whole world´s here for them.