Saturday, May 8, 2010
I woke this morning up at four
and wondered would I go out
the door
had received a call two days ago
that someone dear to one finally had to go
The caller was a person for whom
customary caring often translated to
a sense of oppressive gloom
When, how and what to satisfy the question did loom
I turned the many sides like a prism
sparking in early morning light
each facet offering another version
of what was 'right'
and finally decided quite simply
that if I was up thinking at four
then at nine I would be out the door
perhaps on some other plane there
is an objective wrong and right
in matters of the heart there is a but..
a powerful voice that starts deep in the gut
the voice that informs what is known to be right for you
and the action that follows is what you will do
and so I went
and it went well
but even if it hadn't
still I would have went
and still hope that I would tell
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