Poets

Poets recorded

We poets,

the Watchers,

perched upon the edge

observing,

not judging,

listening,

not condemning,

delving the meaning,

reading the signs

traversing the Web of Life

without being caught in it.

Oh yes, at times

jumping in,

immersed in and

drenched with Life ---

so easy to be lost

in the maelstrom

and forget who we are.

Yet, we poets,

perched on the rim,

sometimes wading in,

but wary of the tides,

knowing when to return

to the safety of the ledge,

‘til wings will grow

to carry the senses

across the oceans of Life,

observing,

listening,

reporting,

reading the signs,

journeying the Web of Life

without being fooled by it

‘til the hour tolls

and I punch my card

and go home,

only to return

once again,

to observe

and watch

and pray.

Selah

agd 4.19.2020