Wednesday, September 9, 2015


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.
Thank you for such a fine job
Of holding wheat
For a time.
Thank you for your momentary beauty
In the sunlight.

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