It matters not
such clutches
as that of fame
verses obscurity
for it is the notion of flight
that chooses its form
spirit can not be angled for
depth is a journey
best served to the dimmest child
why fear understands its roll
and plays it so very well
without any real direction
for it is decidedly unneeded
while instinct barters with each
appropriate circumstance
for a more generous time share
only in the present do the shallow
ones thrive
only just this evening I remembered
that tomorrow is the best day of them all
for it is the day that nobody has quite yet touched
and that makes its outline all the more sweeter
to be sought.
Melissa
(written August 13,2003)