In the wee Hour of the Morning
In the wee hour of the morning
Before the day starts does the cat stretch
I sit down alone
Silently
And wonder
About me and you
And all around us
And ask myself
Who am I
What am I doing here
And why?
I walk silently
On the tapestry of my past
Touching the steps I took
The dirt, the decay
The dire times
The time my body changed
My mind changed
Wanting some thing
I did not know
Dare not to ask
But I asked a lot
Wondered a lot
About the life around me
About the icons around me
The things my mom did
The priest did
And farmers did
I still ask
As my ignorance betrays me
The more I think I know
I feel more helpless
More childlike
Running after butterflies
And hoping
One day
I will know it all.
((*.*))
June 01, 1999 |