adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

STRAY

If I am not one to stray,
it is not that I am better
nor more moral than some other
man. Oh no, I am but one
without longing for the new,
no desire to change my way.
There is nothing I more cherish
than this well-worn ease of us.

Fully, would I know you, yet
who could, in a lifetime, hope
to explore another’s soul,
all that lies behind the mask
of familiarity?
A lifetime and more, I ask,
to complete such welcome work,
knowing for this was I born.

If I am not one to stray,
it may simply be that I
came to focus, vision tunneled,
seeing nothing else and seeking
nothing else. You’ve set my way,
bound it with the woven pattern
of your fingers, slowly, gently,
tracing paths from here to there.

Stephen Brooke ©2007

I'm not sure if this is a finished poem (in terms of length, that is...I'm never done finagling with 'em) but I have an aversion to 'running on' and perhaps repeating myself. Better too little than too much!

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