Friday, September 18, 2009

When Asked Whether I'd the Chance to Read a River Runs Through It

As many chances as I have had moments;
the real question is have I taken them
or been taken by them
as they hurried on their way.

There's a desperate worry a daytimer holds
which a sun dial never knows.
Maybe no man discerns how his shadow grows
or marks its darkening stroll.

That a river runs through it should be the hope
to the weary unwatered at its brink.
how sad when, taken by the moment's flow,
they fail to stop and drink.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009


Is this thing on? Testing. Hmmm...Let me see now...Is this thing on?