I hear words about when and where,
But is the answer out there? 

Words without guidelines, 
A sign of the times, 
Between the landmines
And the fallen pines.

Abruptly, they barge through, 
Abhorrently, they destroy you. 
Absent is their compassion, 
Abstract is their abnegation.

Despite our cumbersome ways, 
The sun rises over the bay 
And graciously resurrects our day.

Oh, please show me the way 
Through the misty sea spray 
And beyond the Blue Jay Causeway.

Editor: Shannon Hensley