I get a notion by the feeling I get while thinking of something else.
From the wind of these wings, bits of what I was thinking about get swept up in it.
And the thing that I think with thinks, that he just wrote a poem.
The Walls Respond
A flute calls.
The echo pauses,
has it’s say
then fades away.
The Wonder We Share
When a child ever asks…
“Why?”
The answer should always be…
“I wonder about that too.”
Then the child will see…
The open heart endures.
And the man will see…
As a child.
We come to understand, the Child and I, that we cannot understand… but for the wonder we have shared.