the safe ones
gary jurechka
There are thos who think too much
bulbous heads swaying in the breeze
like top-heavy flowers kissing gravity
analytical seatbelts holding them back
reality barrier protection against dream crashes
able to see with limited vision but
unable to feel the pulse at the core of life
unable to touch chance,
to taste uninhibited freedom,
to laught and say,
‘Que sera, sera.’
