And from some far
off place perhaps the
valley of possibility tucked
at the foot of
the mountain of expectation
comes a voice heard
And once again yet
again sliding down from
the mountain top after
clinging to the peak
of expectation I skid
slip and stumble past
boulders of heartbreak over
pebbles of indiscretions and
affairs back on down
past the tree line
of awkward first dates
coming to the pool
of possibility where I
hear that familiar voice