Vista

The view, so wide and lovely,
Above the smog, so ugly.
I wish to go beyond,
With the wave of a quiet wander.

Wherever seems the best.
I'd like to find some rest
From trouble and from woe.
I don't know where to go.

When I land and I am there,
I'd like to say a prayer
For people that I meet.
But I've got to be discrete,

For they are in the now,
And my knowledge won't allow
For meddling or interference.
I don't have that kind of clearance.

All I've got's perspective,
Though it's not very effective
At putting out the fires.
Yet, burning seems required,

To rise above the ashes,
With hope in glints and flashes
That people want what's best.
Their good deeds can attest.

I believe I see it now.
I don't know why or how.
Tomorrow and every year
Today we must hold dear.

7/18/26
ZONE S4E10