LINKAGE ABC
Cannot this be? The watch and the wonder,
the saddle and the strife. A million ways for
a million things - what makes up a life.
And only then do I see the tremendous
yellow orb, running scat along the edge
of an ever-widening sky. Down here,
below, I feel entrapped. Up there,
this feeble mind can wander - better to
tell the shapes and the hidden meanings
of things. I know the littoral tracks which
cross the bridge, meandering and
wandering, can only be mine alone.
This life, like water, falls
from my hands.
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