Tuesday, August 12, 2014



who long
to eat fire
and not be burned

to climb the cliff
for the thrill of the fall
(knowing the bump at the bottom’s 
the best part of all) -

You who have tied yourself
to the galloping horse of tomorrow
whose heart ever races in the frantic chase to be there
whose soul cries ‘On, on, on!’ 
You for whom ‘Tomorrow!’ is the motivation for every breath
the flip side of every thought 
You for whom nostalgia is forward looking
whose eyes strain to see beyond horizons
and glimpse that place of All Good Things - 

Drink with me
to the impossible virtue 
of patience.

sar 2014

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