Wednesday, August 15, 2012
2012 poems: On Monday
On Monday
Coming out of the station
I set my eyes forward
Pick up my step
And emerge into light.
I have my mission:
Sit down at a table,
Set out an idea,
Lay waste to a wrong.
I walk with... a look.
Not all moments are equal
Not all steps are light
But this day, this moment,
I don't walk alone.
