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 role
and plays it so very well
without any real direction
for its decidedly unneeded
while instinct barters with
each appropriate circumstance
for a more generous time share
only in the present do the shallow
ones thrive
and it was 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..........
(written Aug. 13, 2003 10pm)