Guarded

They imagine themselves as lofty

Right from the pinnacle carved once

Then repeated as though clean 

As the weathervane precise

Enough to be counted on in snow 

The mood of another smooth sunlight

I am inclined to fasten my eyes 

On the trees whose names I know 

Firm or willowy jagged ovals

Susceptible to wind that creases 

Stray clothing pinned to the line 

Always something to protect 

What about finding a vocabulary 

In common and such brightness in words

You might finger their raised lettering 

Awhile awaiting shared comprehension 

Until dusk calls it a day in common 

Parlance as though fraternally hinged

Is there anything really to be held 

Between separate minds perhaps

Longing perhaps detached healthily 

To preserve prized singularity 

At least that's what the gurus preach

To mere listeners disguised as devotees