Ode To The Discarded Bottle

Hazy rays of light seep through your thin dust sheets
Refracting inward through the grimy plastic
like a disused greenhouse
Collapsing and breaking down
A homeless man,
frail, old and lost
Left dying into the night

But faith remains
Quencher of thirst
upon the table of the average
A smile grows

A supernova of colour
the power of light
Its heart singing
As if it had excited a piano
A climate developing like a slow release of adrenaline
Dry, a sandy desert of savage heat
Or humid,
You have it all
Growing potential for the sprouting of life
Bees, Beetles, Butterflies, Bugs
Have resource to your favourable conditions

Nature’s way of repossessing; all that is inert
Mapping the passing of time by the rising of the moon,

You live on.