Monday, March 15, 2021


When you're exhausted 
and cowed 
and not touched;

when life is 
too short 
to do too much—

you must 
ride that horse 
of pale hesitation 

past the 
bare gulch of 
familiar fact.

Do not address 
Imagination's largess. 
Start with the small stuff.

For instance, 
never dismiss the 
innocuous sentence.

Its gruff 
abrupt words
may be the last keys 

made to marry 
the locks 
of enormous thoughts

and bear forth 
their inestimable 
endogenous feelings.