'And your very flesh shall be a great poem.'
-Walt Whitman

Thursday, April 15, 2010

An end to the things we know

Today I must listen. I listen to you and I listen to me, and I listen to the earth. I am not meant to do what you ask of me. I do what is told. Not to my ears, but to my hands. They hold the answers to tell me what I must do. There is no more I can say.