29 May 2016 – Sonnet

Erecting one’s shrine in a land of self-worship,
suitable building sites so hard to come by.
A market share slice calls for entrepreneurship
as too many others compete for the eye.
In ages past temples were great heaps of splendor,
but these days they tend to be grubby and foul –
a fair presentation of laughable egos
designed, it would seem, to elicit a scowl.
Lilacs and pine trees awaken a sense of awe.
Stark recognition! You see in some stranger’s glance
you are both brothers and only a heap of straw
keeps you apart in creation’s long dance.
Pilot of galaxies, teaching cicadas song,
tear down our gilded shacks, guide us to get along.