Having been a seeker,
I danced with watercolors,
I traveled among leather-clad musicians,
who always fed me well.
Having been a thinker,
I slept upon waterfalls beneath
iron mountains, jumping below on occasion to
drink poetry in blue-black corners,
As a politico,
I made choices from the heart,
stopping every few decades to pick
up the box of assumptions left hanging
in a distant wind.
As a laborer, I worked every hour
for the price of admission to the tent show
called "the system,"
I sat through each performance refusing to
show my appreciation for being allowed
When I had been aged enough,
I came to believe in afterthought,
Early mornings are best to recover
all that has been lost.