Thursday, December 27, 2012

I was going to carry it
Did, and well, and do, while gone
The anger truly dissipated in understanding, knowledge
Only caring remains in the hobo’s hoist
Except this yearning for your extraordinary company
And even that I carry well, usually
When I do not do it well
That looks like Geese, overhead, trying to find their V
Honking in the greater cacophonous sky
But still moving forward to their promised landing
Knowledge.  Care.  Following Trust
And we’re there.

No comments:

Post a Comment