That Order

I have seen deer and bear and turkey,

robins in the yard, barn swallows 

in the air, women I have loved,

words read or heard so order time

and place

                to make me question why

I would ever follow a law again.

And think or feel or understand that 

law is a charlatan of order.

That each of us know the order of things,

of who we are and that to be, thereof,

breaks all law and commandments.

Should and ought,

thou shall, thou shall not

turn into profanity.

                         I am dreaming.

The preference for law over order we call

history.

           I never forget that "dreams are more

real than reality"

and we've all known -- at least once -- that sense

of order where nothing else was needed. 

-Byron Hoot