Echo Tunnels

If I could shut off the madness of others,
Think of the beauty I could say and sing

Without the ding-a-ling
punch of the run around

Shouts from the This Isn't Righters,
Whines From the That Is Wrongers.

So much sacred daylight spent surmounting
So many others’ amount to less echo tunnels.

Who has the time to clear their eyes
To soak in the sun, the moon, that lake,

And whatever the Hell Love is for?

Wynn