Tuesday, August 15, 2006

POEM: A Thrill

Sometimes he feels a happy thought
pulling him along its quiet road.
When this happens, he relaxes
and lets the thought have the thrill
of showing him the countryside.
It’s best that way,
just allowing the thought
to lead him to new insights --
perhaps a shy truth
standing by the side of the road,
or a sea made of startling feelings
spreading out ahead.

Usually this happens in the early morning,
when the day is just starting to tow
its pleasant surprises across the land.

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