One Among Many!

We search for words.

Between arrogance and innocence

I trail the noumenal

through a cluttered back yard

of tempting sins

past a blood spattered gate

and hate-filled bins

down a street littered

with fragments of self.

Who reads poetry anyway?

In this digital age

of words and feelings

wrapped byte packages

judged, deleted, forgotten

with the swipe of forefinger-

magisterial dismissal of worlds

birthed both with, and without effort.

Who wonders at a single leaf, on a summer's tree?

                                                                       ©niall oconnor 2014