Saturday, June 11, 2011

Sometimes Wonder

Sometimes wonder
     As I wander aimlessly
          From think to thought,
Picking pieces
     Of the puzzle
          Looking for the perfect fit.
Does it matter
     If the meter runs completely
          Down to naught?
     Consequently run the
          Entire alphabet.
Tiresome to be contemplating,
     Worried what
          The world might see.
Wholesome to be
     Born in wisdom,
          Knowing what will be will be.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Que sera, sera
whatever will be will be.

love irene