The Modest Men

We, who never nursed another’s pain,
We cannot talk on Love,
We, who never stood guard in defense,
We cannot talk on Cause,
We, who never dared question the obvious,
We cannot talk on Freedom,
We, who never got charmed by a magic
We cannot talk on Mystery,
We, who never kept tune to a present,
We cannot talk on Living,
We, who never felt the moment flicker,
We cannot talk on Dying.

These all words we know nothing of,
At best our own easy meanings,
A hollow sufficiency.


So let’s leave them behind,
And instead talk on the blue skies above,
The clouds in a huddle,
A bird’s flight,
The sunbeams at play
A child imagine,
The breeze unwind
And us,
Happy to Be.

10/9/2007