BEYOND

This is my Amazon, it is my jungle,

It isn’t a clear zone, one hell of a bungle,

Not a single direction, each step is a mangle,

I have a destination; dine as the mighty mingle,

Beyond the horizon, is a victorious battle.

Bushes and thickets, thorns and shrubs,

This one needs a machete, that one I will curb,

Axe all this thickets, clear the under-blubs,

Clear is not the thought, it is to clear with a blurb,

Beyond that prospect, I must have a triumphant buck.

I am an eagle, as you run… I soar,

I can see from every angle, the amiable and the sore,

So high not to intermingle, I ascend this rule so rare,

Focus isn’t atypical; it’s all you need to be a singular,

Beyond the notable, I shall be a dominant out-stander.

© Christine Kasaya