The Wanderer
By: Matthew Bonvillion
She is a stunning rose petal, wandering through an oasis
Drifting eternally on us, ephemeral updrafts, passers by
The petal gracefully dances in the wind, symbiosis and nirvana
Only a fleeting moment, the petal soon deserts the updraft
To float on solitarily, through the oasis of continuing misery
Confined by a desert of ominous projections, land unknown
The peal fears venturing into the desert, fears finality
Fears the possible commitment to one eternal resting place
But the petal despairingly suffers from un-blissful ignorance
For in actual reality the desert is very much non-existent
Nothing but a figment designed by the petal’s blind fear
What the petal does not see is a heavenly plane of ecstasy
Hard to reach, but with effort, bearing harmonious being
Thus, the petal is doomed to a dejected living
Wandering perpetually in her fortified oasis
I cannot but empathize with and pray
For the beautiful wanderer….