there are none of us perfect
yet none of us imperfect either
we are all of us just different fish
all of us the way we are
but there is this pressure
from the day the sun first shines
to square our circles
for someone else’s circle
as if there was something wrong with us
it is not that I am right
but I don’t need what isn’t me
to justify what is
like some sort of grand achievement
or gloss design for living –
the draw of breath enough design for life
observer, what is change?
you shall see the sun rise
have its day and set
and yet it is the same sun
that is cool in the north
yet hot in the south
and I too you may see stride across horizons
or lie indolent in your way
seer, neither acclaim nor deride me
for you know not my intentions
it is enough to stay awhile
forget the world’s affairs
for rarely these are our concern
and if you drop what covers
let me cast you no cold eye