New Grid
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009


I see
The world
It is wide
It is big
It is large
It is tiring
To watch

I see
The world
I am part
Of its grid
I depart
From my part
Mid amidst

All the warfare
Shattered glass
All the fighting
Table halfs
All the lighting
Now stands dark
And on a new walk
I embark

Towards a grid
Where you can't see
The squares inside it
And you can be
Within the square
Without fighting