'Out of the cradle, endlessly rocking...'

Saturday, November 16, 2013

a poem...


Adam’s Question



Am I doomed by this cunning mind
to wander so far from home day and night,
to wander at will among storms of wind
and hail, or scattering waves of light,
tricked by a tale though I hope to alight
at the last among those of your kind?

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