Friday, August 25, 2006

Poetry Thursday (a little late): Tick Tock


It could be my first breath,
Or my maybe my last.
I begin the beginning
And look past the past.

The earth offers up
Every clue, every start.
When I know how to look
I arrive at my heart.

It’s simple, not hard
When I let my pride go
To honor today
And all that I know.

The passing of time
Moves forward, not back
In the searching you gain
Everything that you lack.

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