A Few More Miles Ahead of Time

I often wonder if it’s worth the effort with a keyboard or paper and pen to pour out my thoughts, heart, mind and soul from the ocean and rivers within The marrow in my bones hidden deep within these veins “This universe is a miracle,” I’ve heard Einstein once proclaimed Though admittedly, I’m not near his kind (far beyond my likes, by stars) I merely try to follow those I think know where they are A few more miles ahead of time “Out yonder,” my dad would say where I can only dream of writing a splendorous sonnet someday Or perchance a valediction poem a goodbye to the past or my rendition of a benediction thanking Hymn for all the love that lasts And open a few doors with some metaphors enjambment or anapest find inspiration from alliteration while striving towards my best Thus, here I rest in the morning air inhaling hope, exhaling despair as birds fly bye and gentle winds blow and pray more thoughts of beauty will flow © Terrell Martin, 02/25/2025