What one sees is not always what one seeks.
And what one seeks is not always what one says.
And what one says is not always what one starts.
It’s okay, there’s no difference between what
I didn’t see yesterday and what landed itself full upright
in today’s path, muse-appointed.
There are the moments when, at a
full stride, forehead high and strong,
come words and stories, notes and beams,
high-stepping toes, pointed at heaven;
brushstrokes for love or anger, life or less –
those are the boldest strokes, the highest notes,
the brightest steps…
The sound of music is good wherever notes
find you. Let it be your symphony.
2 thoughts on “No difference”
I love this, Rob!
Lois, I’m always deeply grateful and blubbering whenever you like anything I’ve written. Many thanks.