Rhyme schemes can be tyrannies
Paths often trod that become ruts
Closing off vision in time
Save only for the next step
And not the realization
Of going again and again
To the same place
And thinking to find something new in it
When it has been explored
Many times before
There is comfort in returning
Solace in seeking again
What has been seen before
And there are times when the old
Reveals something
Always there
But not necessarily seen
Or remembered if seen
Eyes and minds take time to develop
Holes hold more when they are made wider
And deeper
And digging is not soon done
But going back is more often
A way to pass the time
Nothing more
And it is often a failed attempt
To touch again a thing
That burned the first time
Even if the pain was not recognized
Or that was glorious once
If not so much as later accounts make it
No comments:
Post a Comment