Beloved Dominion

Painting by Rick Mobbs


Beloved Dominion

Is there now, or has there ever been
a Land where Love resides;
where fairies frolic and fly,
where birds give free taxi rides,
where most of the rocks sport faces
swathed with the widest of grins,
where the stuffed animals are sentient,
where the stones and pebbles
are heart-shaped,
where fish are often amphibian,
ridden proudly
by orange and gold sea horses,
where every child is perfectly safe
tucked within hugs within kisses
within hugs,
where every parent, sibling, stranger,
and group have their arms intertwined,
cuddling, caressing, dispensing
affection first, with each breath,
with each heartbeat
at the dawn of each day over doughnuts,
at midday over bologna sandwiches,
at evening’s bedside when the soft shadows
are at their tallest, mingling mirthfully
with twilight
in preparation for darkness and dreams,
when this world, this jack-booted
greed-fueled angry dangerous
malevolent humorless loveless reality
re-emerges?


Glenn Buttkus August 2009