A Tidbit

Every now and then I start writing a poem with the first word that comes to mind. these usually aren't too complex, just a little tidbit between something deeper. I was getting tired of not posting and didn't have a book of my poetry nearby, so I tried one of these. It describes a place I often find myself at. (I ended that sentence with a prepositon. Drive my wife crazy. Or is that a dangling participle. Never could remember the difference.)

Indurare

Standing
Not sitting or running
just Standing
Here and Now

Ahead...is grim
Behind...is dim
Around is ache and sorrow...

Stay the course
Catch your breath
Trust the road
Trust the builder

Standing
...just one step


Following

written by Jeff Couch 10/31/07