2004Jan29
Thursday

Rumors and reputations
Kind glance, contemplative stare
The events of last night
Still cause my soul to recoil
I am not lost this morning
In my deviated routine
Different place, different coffee
Same notebook and pen
I am home
Trepedatious and tenuous
Like a sprout newly born
Delicate, maybe frail
But firmly planted
How do I appear?
Thematic changes
No longer willing to dare
Dramatic chances
For a pittance
Life is not that short
My path is not so narrow
Broad swatch of fabric
Woven from the same thread
Knowingly placed above, shading
Showing nothing but a contoured shadow
A blob of being reflected
In some reversed echo
Emanating from my head
But my vision is clearing
And fear itself is as trivial
As it is impersonal