Saturday, July 19, 2008

sometimes

i don't feel big enough
to help

but when it's time to ride into the dark
with someone looking over my shoulder

it just feels wrong

i would rather help fill the ocean
help man find peace
child find color
woman find rhythm
dog find water
and moon find light

but those are things
that don't need my help

4 comments:

paisley said...

i am here via scot's blog and the poem you published over there... i love your free style and will be back to enjoy your work...

Nathan1313 said...

I'm glad I found your blog. I'm going to link to it. Oh, and I love the mixture of good will and futility in this poem.

holly said...

Thanks Paisley and Nathan! I'll be visiting your blogs as well.

Cynthia said...

a natural innocence to this poem.