Morning Poem, March 17, 2015

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WHY I WRITE

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Because every door opens onto mystery

And invites the daring to adventure and flight

To taste, finally, that rarest of flavors

At the top of the storm

At the top of the sweet wind.

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Because nothing in the past is finally resolved

Because I am sure that promises yet unfulfilled

Will be fulfilled.

That, somewhere, there is satisfaction for this yearning

And though it can never be named, it may be glimpsed

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Because I believe that no two men

See the day exactly the same way

And that my vision, no matter how limited

Or clouded

May, nonetheless add to another’s understanding

Or joy.

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Copyright 2015