Wednesday, September 5, 2018

Moot



They expected me to say something wise,
Profound, say, an illuminating discovery.
I honed opinions, made my share
of mistakes-

What can we know about the limits of others
Patience, heft, and resilience? 
No way. Hence,
Nothing could be said.

Too late is not better than never,
since never never was reason
enough
to stop
Here.




Photo credit: Imogen Cuningham,'My mother peeling apples' taken in 1910 (Public Domain) via Wikimedia Commons. 

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