the older we get,
the cells in our bodies
have one track minds—
now if only you and I
could knuckle-down
on our lodestar,
could home-in
and synchronize
our efforts like that.
It's hard to deny
the passion and gravity
synthesized by a little
blind automaticity,
or the power unbound
by a secret alliance.
For however small
and inconsequential,
however soft
and quick the Judas kiss,
when it's multiplied
by the number
of accused men found innocent,
then divided
by a lifetime,
the figure that results
falls nothing short
of astounding.
