Delphiniums

Delphi was the seat of power

Omphalos at its center

Its oracle could sway wars

Stands extinct in dusty ruins

We mark days on calendar

Try to predict the weather

We organize to control

In process lose our soul

Let the soul settle

In its own reality

Which might seem insane

Better than a life of despair

We pick up the pieces

Arrange them in choices

Happy with what is left

Each a leftover gift

For Delphi I grow Delphiniums

Shades of pastel , violets , blues

Dance , having their moment in the sun

Shrivel and die , having had their fun

The Lines