Sky Diving

Vision flights form their chutes

to bring the sky’s airy calm

down to the earth as lofty solutions,

they hold the promises of panaceas,

little drills to dig into suffering’s soil.

 

How it is supposed to impale poverty

so springs of potency can gush

and become the wick of illumination,

shine as cures to social injustices

all before the sun’s array in reality.

 

But they often bend and break

when used as actual tools

for their metal is mercurial and unstable,

unable to truly summon any sagacious well.

 

Wandering that wilderness

of unredeemed enigmas,

ever looking for some flame

that can somehow offer an incense

in utopian illusions,

which can be inhaled to replace

the futility of trying to find

what will endure any day

by the gossamer nails to build

those fleeting phantoms of idealism.