Dissonance

Strung like fast-falling tears

among long, lush lashes,

are words that we conjure without asking,

spinning tales that have no meaning, our moon-cast languages

creating inscrutable worlds.

Piercing through the static is not

for the faint of heart,

only those brave enough to pick up the pieces

of what we’ve wrought,

can wield power strong enough to change the world.

A winter shot of the peaceful Grove in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.), spending time in nature is but one way to fight the dissonance pervading our world.