The Poet's Confession
It is not my sensitivity that makes me a poet,
for I feel forever adrift in the nuances
of heart and soul,
always grasping to understand
the world beyond the words,
the things that mere mortals
So do not seek wisdom in these sparse verses,
for all you will uncover
are my stumblings in darkness,
my search for the door.
The picture was taken at the Johnson Farm, near the Peaks of Otter, Va. You may click on it for a larger view.