life

holds little
without
love
and love comes
from forgiveness, sometimes,
and, at others, yearning,
hope and mystery
all
tangled
up in the
colors of
your rainbow
and then there's acceptance,
just trying to be a decent
human being
is trying
sometimes
we forgive,
we forget
we let live
and regret
having done so
too often
ain't wasting time no more
no how
no way
Reading Aristotle, used, in the philosophy paperback
annal of textbook wisdom
to cart around in a cheaply made
but overpriced
backpack
marketed to the back-to-schoolers
for their locker combination
scan-thru interlace mockery program
access denied
system overloaded
try again

-Katherine E. Walker
"life holds its hands, softly"
poem c today, 7.24.2010