It Is..A....Casual Observer Poem by James McLain

Watching women do everything
while men play god.
Patching quilts of time to harvest
lost joys.
Passing memories hands of love
washing minds
pains suffering bosoms must hold
creating more as men
always have.
Watching it happen worlds unwind
tangled more
it's knowing it is a shadow
powerless for whom the snare catches.
Landscapes running home to women
pictures
leaving books words
unbound
hidden found hidden sound she hears.
Rehearsal's dresses staged unzipped
shows flow and ebb
lighting grows
moving ever wider catching men love
lowering curtains
Women Women Women I love them.