figuring out

looking at life's
twisted tangles and turns,
all that I have witnessed,
and a few things I've learned:
sometimes it all is just a
muddled mess:
tired, crouched,
waiting for just a little success;
hard to understand it all,
to put a capstone on it,
tie it up neatly with a bow, or
roll it along into a ball;
it might have been easier,
with being kicked and sent
headfirst down so many sets
of stairs,
torn, bleeding,
worn, and needing
major repair;
to then at the end of the ride,
find you there,
smiling, comforting,
by my side,
as we make our entrance,
and the crowd finally
rises to its feet,
one last time,
and I leave the figuring out
for another life,
one with the luxuries
of you,
and plenty of time.



July 8, 2009.

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