I Am Often Asked Why

Extreme Patience And Persistence Are Required, Yet Everybody Succeeds At This Before Being Handed The Surprise Box Lunch Of The Rest Of His Life.

The Facts Of History Have Been Too Well Rehearsed.

How Many People Came And Stayed A Certain Time, Uttered Light Or Dark Speech That Became Part Of You Like Light Behind Windblown Fog And Sand Filtered And Influenced By It, Until No Part Remains That Is Surely You.

The Winter Does What It Can For Its Children.

The Poem Is Sad Because It Wants To Be Yours, And Cannot Be.