Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Saturday, June 7, 2008


Does a grain of sand
Know about a beach
The meaning of my life
Lies far beyond my reach
Deep inside my bones
As sure as I am me
My story is somehow
The cause of all you see

Monday, June 2, 2008


Once I thought on it
It seemed so unfair
That very short words
Are called upon
To carry such heavy loads
We, us, our, them
Crucial facts for sure

I doubt they were told
On leaving home they
Would be burdened
With such responsibility
Matters of great import
Perhaps life or death
Or the ruins of a ravaged heart

They seem so ill equipped
Their shoulders puny small
Their backs incapable of
But like heaving Atlas
They steadfastly bear
Their ridiculous loads
With not a word of complaint