Still Water Reflections...

Reflected in my eyes

is the Eternal Question; why?

i see it in your face as well, my friends

So if i find the words

(or is it they find me?)

that says more about the question

than about me,

at least that's how i see it

For without ever knowing

there is something that is showing

like a shirttail  hanging out on the playground

If my playing with the words

makes something within you reoccur

then it is your cosmic coincidence, not mine,

for blind we surely are, groping for the stars,

moths all drawn to the same flame

If we huddle together  against inclement weather

the better for all of us, my friends...

10-16-10