Neighbor, neighbor. . .

One hand works
to wash the other.

Thanks to give,
results to savor. . .

When everything
is said and done
and all of us
meld back to one,

our ancient nature
shows up in glad return,
presents itself
to be recovered.

At that time,
we will best
remember first
how to respond,

so that, as one,
our power deft, we do disburse
wherever it may need to go,
without wild swarm,
nor stalling hover.

This entry was posted in Medium Length Poems, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s