Wednesday, September 9, 2015

Chaff

In praise of chaff.

I learn to say
Maybe so.
I learn to say,
Perhaps not
As well.
These days
I hold things more lightly.
I examine what may be chaff
For that one grain of wheat,
Watch the chaff blow away
In the wind,
The beauty of dust
In sunlight.
Farewell,
Chaff.
Thank you for such a fine job
Of holding wheat
Lightly
For a time.
Thank you for your momentary beauty
In the sunlight.

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