Others may miss

Others may miss

by dan ankers

There are secret castles;

secret beaches

Hideaways, for secret creatures

that necessity has simply deleted

from our conscious minds

The beast of

Progress has fully imprinted

it’s ugly patterns

upon our times,

jarring us all from the lofty jeweled-perches

we once climbed,

and marring our once perfect

faces

with its grime

I barely know of these beings, myself

Save for once, when I’d got lost

and I found myself among them

face down in calming sand

When I awoke

there was a party

going full-swing, all around me

and Someone handed me a glass of something sweet and said

Enjoy

He...at least I think it was a he

was taller than a mid-sized tree

but he? was dainty and polite, all the same

He? had a name, too difficult for pronouncing

and there was wisdom in his eyes, unrelenting

but not one ounce

of a condescension

often seen in human beings

when they know things

unrevealed

These ancient creatures

I once met

they held no malice, nor contempt

and that is why

I’ve missed them

ever since

And sadly

it is for that reason

they were abolished

from our dominion

For progress

holds no place

for feelings or random

thoughts

It is a race,

and the least of all in beauty

so often succeeds

But these beings

they were perfect

Both in their uniqueness

and in their grasps of others

worth-ness

And it strains me to this day

to find out why

We cast them out of hell

For that is where we are now, truly

decked out in all our worthless

jewelry

Mere rags and bits of evil given meaning

Not at all,

like our long ago condition