Thirsty Branches

 


Thirsty Branches


Vacant of leaves and longing
For some warm breeze to lift them up but
The bite of the wind and its glacial sting overshadow that wanting.

Sitting on this patio thinking
While my skin receives the chills every time the cold wind hits me like Babe in the 9th and makes me consider stealing base into my oven baked room
But na…I keep thinking about the world, and how cold it is
Wars against other nations leaving mothers without children and family members who have not seen each other in years finally getting to have a reunion
At a funeral
I chuckle at the thought of how the incurable diseases in the world
Can only be cured in certain people…
And they always seem to be rich
Why are we fighting if in a hundred years we will all be dead
Anyway
Looking back at it all and it seems like money is the root
Of this never ending tree of sorrow
Take out the money and I am sure we would see
Less sickness and more reunions that we actually want
To go to
But whatever I am just rambling.

I collide with the wind.

I guess I am one of those thirsty branches.

Sincerely.