Where is will certain safety exist,
that idea of crisis
last night feeling the sky
express wrath
if only would a strike
in all its natural awe
sear through the soul of man.
All the questions will remain
haste or a patience
still we might feel the rain.
Streets now with drenched asphalt
yesterday a moment
cleansing to some
nostalgic for another
now patches of a dry tar
a faceless fading commotion.
When is it we decide
shall we step off the ladder
release our grip
let go the rungs
fly away within the eye
this windswept nightmare
or a sweet felt
gentle breeze.
©️ Scott F Savage 8/2020
Personal Testimony 