Non Datur ad Musas Currere Lata Via ( Narrow is the path that leads to the Muses )...

Listening to, but not watching the rain
     as it drums its changing, window pane washing beat
against and upon the empty air conditioner cover
     discovered hovering back and to the left,
back and to the left...back and to the left...
     above but not directly, deftly stepping just to the side
the wind becomes a swirling tide
     far too easy into blinding tempest,
i fear so soon it may become...

Ponce de Leon and Columbus shared a ship
     with related but different wishes
One was searching for the Garden of Eden,
     the other for the ever youthful sip
We all want to be the one to roll away the stone
     for without proof we're left with faith
and that path is narrow, the road is long...

Let's see who rises on the third day
     what surprises, what miracles might it bring?
The first, the last, the oldest rabbit-hole
     the test of faith, an offering
a pledge of allegiance, a show
   when giving your word still meant something