Keep going
an hour longer than you think you can...
Strength
is not how heavy the load
or capacity
to measure up
against the weary
whose Joy
dwells in Nothing-
of want
Everything back,
as though undo was a direction
from undone.
When Lost;
the Way, the Hope, the Time,
the trust
the will, the want, the why-
The sun rises its warm cheek
lighting the low flame
of a fresh poppy
bursting through the winter mud.
Anyway the next step,
the next moment
finds me
empty and lighter and
unable to grasp ahold
of any-thing-any-body-any-way
right or left
or stay
strong long enough
to make sense
of Beauty.
Painting by Auguste Allongé (1833-1898), 'A Walk in the Forest' c. 1873 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.
