Till We Meet In Shang Ra La Poem by shimon weinroth

how nice it would be
to escape, the
electro-magnetic sea,
garbage dumps and TV,

the buzz and whiz of
phones and human drones,
computers clicking clacking,
the whirr of a billon machines

to go off to some blue lagoon,
a sanctuary unpolluted,
undiluted calm of senses real
fresh air and clear water,

of clean horizons
and safe ozone
no more smog,
and industrial smoke

listen to the sound of music
tinkling laughter of the child
and in revery think with Rodin,
skate wirh Bruegel, fly with Icarus,
but not too high,

flow wth the lines of Cezanne,
roam with Van Gough the fields,
embrace his firey tormented
soul, to comfort and caress,

slide and slither, brush against,
voluptuous sensuous lines of
Baroque, Rococo and Art Nouveau
or touch the sleek and straight Deco

the line the line the infinite line
capricious and fine, curved and
trembling, geometric and cool
pool of design pattern of

my Shang Ri Lah
set in my mind aloof
all possible utopias
no figment of myopia