Into The Deep

clip_image002

Dawdling again at the edges of the olive grove,

My unwillingness to travel deeply continues to irritate me,

Like a song I used to hear my mother sing,

But could not stand to hear as a child.

XXX

Now, the path is clear,

But the way is foggy,

Eventually, I will not be able to see,

Just feel.

XXX

Which might be OK.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s