If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise. ( William Blake)
We’re only human after all,
A comical conjoining
Of meat and faith.
We never learn.
We can’t take advice
We rarely think it through.
We do what we want
Then look for a reason.
He always eat the apple.
We always look back.
We need to poke the wound
Til, finally,we understand.
We carry our treasure with us
But we don’t see it.
We love imperfectly.
We plod through grief.
We run from calamity.
Grateful for kindness,
Afraid of the dark,
Mostly, we just keep going.
Brilliant sun on the empty road
Wind in the cottonwoods
Bounteous clouds billow upward
From green and golden fields.
They call us
And we will barely have time to answer
Yes.
