Against the grain

I remain

in the main

stream

between the tall stalks

of sugar cane

Raising Cain

a ruckus

within the maze

of maize

In the plain

and with

airplanes

overhead

overheard

in vain

against the vein

of my heart

a disdain

for the fast lane

in rain

makes for a chance

to rein in

the reign

of terror

It’s a changing

of the weather

Looking at the weather vane

atop

the local church

that had stood

the test of time

and pain

for those who dared

to go against

the grain

Cutting across

the valley

of loss

and moss

that only grows on one side

the North side

Which side are you on?

Of convention?

Nonconvention?

Okay, your turn:

Whether it be social norms, institutional ones, or political ones — where do you draw the line? For yourself? Your community? Your country? Does it depend? And if so, in what way(s)?

I invite you to share your observations, feelings, and experiences by leaving a Reply in the Comments section, below. Soul-to-soul!

Against the grain