To the man
by Heidi Toporis

Flock to the man once more,
all the strays out there.
Run with spirit and lust,
the wind will take you.

Infuse into moist clouds,
see nothing, just wet with rain.
Float down until you reach it,
level out on land.

Get to the man who is waiting,
bring all your friends with you.
He is bearded, old and grey
His spirit that of an unborn.

Flock to the man I say,
He is wise with gifts of thought.
Regret will not prevail,
Just peace of mind.

The journey will clear matter,
body through and through.
Go to the man all the people,
Lay down, but rest assured.

submitted: 24/11/03