poem of the day March 14 

The WAY

got caught

by a small yaw

and there was 

at first seemingly

nothing to do

except to watch 

from the bowel belly

of the sinking ship

The polluted 

smell of powerful 

artificial vanity

had twisted the way

uncomfortable  

around a vertical

death spiral

Twirling around

the ancient  word 

The WAY of wisdom 

The only hope 

to get back

to the WAY

was to collectively 

YAW the ship 

full speed to the left