Impulse

A person, willowy or firm

Of thought or fortitude

One about so tall

Needn’t think as a single

Leaf or brick or synapse or impulse

Who cannot move at all

Not on a day such as this

As water gleams

As sun shines

Someplace

On this where that we are

Settler’s Call

How has the ivory tower
Set itself up there on high
Beyond the plains
Above the mount’
Out of the reach of the sky

When will a true breath be breathed
Brimming with sanity’s sake
Down here on earth
Walking the line
Needing none magic nor quake