After years and years
Of walking the fence
Of my long life
I have finally arrived
At the gate a
Creaky old thing that
Barely hangs upon its
Own hinges that moans
When it is opened
And growls when closed
Whomever thought that putting
The gate over here
And not back yonder
Either was wickedly humorous
Or knew better for
This gate I found
Eventually found was me
And finally it happened
You made a friend
Someone your own age
Someone that sees the
World through your eyes
And not just mine
Mine are foggy smeared
With the grime of
Life heartbreak and experience
While you and your
Friend don’t wear glasses
Now is the time
For you to run
Away from the shadows
That I have become
And into your noontime
Sun which casts no
Shadow as it’s overhead
I no longer prefer
To find someone new
Rather like a monument
Or even natural wonder
I shall sit wait
Being my majestic self
Letting the curious onlookers
Wonder how in the
World something like me
Ever came to be
Poetry is the language
Of the ancient and
Children minds free to
Wander dream and think
Poetry confuses those middle
Minds taught to follow
For poetry never explains
But simply quietly suggests
Where you might go
What is possible
Is almost always
Certainly never probable
That is what
Dreams are for
They carry us
Beyond the real
Beyond the now
Into a place
Called simply maybe
It is there
In that place
Let me live
There in maybeland
Where the possible
Becomes the probable
