Boomerang
BOOMERANG
A long crooked path
That is life
Walk-it-out in any direction
finding mountain-born canyons
rapid falls the gathering of
wish dust
active or mental lust
No matter the course there will be return
return and on the run!
Your path now obscured by natural maturity –
trees with many branches
swamps of clumsy creation
This dart (even though shaven sanded smooth)
will find its mark
And thee become (perhaps old and gray)
thee become (perhaps) skeptic will call out to HIM
HELP!
“What have you learned?” HE will say
Now begins the real contemplation
What will you carry over into some new direction?
“What is the plan?” this question asked
again and again at some nebulous point
On the wheel
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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