Monday, May 7, 2012

Looking Down

It never finished raining
But something was happening
The day the answer never came
A doorbell and a bird with a broken wing

A time for remembering
That to get this far was not without suffering
Or joy, relief and lesser miracles
If they can be written off in a minor key

I have not reached the top
But I can look down
And see the winding paths below
That I stumbled over not so long ago

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