'Nonchalant' Poem by joseph nez

It is somewhat reflected
a man's emptiness
being his heart...
left unattended is as changeable as weather

He is cautious to where his eyes travel
His defense weak and fragile

Then comes a season...
a sudden beauty
being well acquainted with circumstance
he makes camp
ready for battle!

The fragments of his resistance give in
By time and chance as happens
Filled with emotion's impatient reluctance
the battle is at hand, an ending
and to rest...
has it's beginning.