Choleric

There are those who live in the midst of plenty

Like eagles soaring above hapless gleaners

Oblivious to the longing and envy

Of those condemned to exist as cleaners

Foraging through insipid remnants

There is effort and there is indolence

There is reality and there is perception

Often achieving the same ends

There are straight roads

As far as the eye can see

Only obscured by the bouncing rays of light

And the fragility of the human predicament

There are labyrinths

Dizzyingly circuited and long winded

Often progress becomes a matter of faith

Faith in a chosen direction

The only direction

There are flat surfaces

There are depths

Dark, lurid and ominous

Beyond the reach of curiosity

There are dizzying heights

One becomes sky itself, light

Keith H Hamusute. 27 December 2017. Lusaka Zambia