Tuesday, August 22, 2006

POEM: The Center

Yesterday he found the center of his life.
It was a small piece of scrap paper
resting in the grass in the park.
The instant he saw it,
he knew it was exactly where it must be.
Perhaps that’s why it was shining
like a small star
on that overcast afternoon.
Someone had tossed it aside,
not realizing its value,
its loveliness when sitting in the hand
of a teacher who happened to be passing.
He held this piece of paper
like you might hold something holy,
like the universe holds him
precisely where he should be.

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