Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Michael Mark- A Poem


The early light slipped
Over the snail’s path
I knew it was slime
But preferred to see
It as silvery

This is a pattern in
My thinking
When I am happy

The snail’s pattern
Was impossible
To figure

To follow light
There is a scientific formula
I know it isn’t true
Just something man
Came up with to
Hold onto something that
Goes very fast

So I said a little prayer

Bio piece: Michael is between things at the moment.

1 comment:

  1. and I, dear poet said a prayer of gratitude for your many gifts and skills that come together so perfectly simply and elegantly. T