THE WAY OUT OF HERE

by Lee Stern

Maybe the way out of here is the best way to go.
And we should follow the clowns,
who seem to have a grasp on what’s going on.
If we stay where we are,
native grasses may not bloom every autumn.
And every summer, when we ask where they’re coming from,
a different answer
would mean that a different portion of the day would become ours.
I say we get out of here as quickly as possible.
I say we gather up our favorite coins and disappear
like the rabbit that discovered a positive universe was already here.
Waiting to bring solace to our hearts.
And music to the touching of our brains.