Why
For the lie
Do I cry?
With a sigh
I
Do not know
How to go
In the tracks
Of the cracks
Of the truths
Held to tell
Our selves
Our roots
Enfold all holes
We grow out from
That we belong
Here in this earth
Our birth
Is new and not due
From a dearth
Of what went on
Before we compensate
For loss and space
And race to bend
Each story to our endings
Wills of frailty
Turning churn we wield
Too soon by far
And singing eager
Songs of longings
Fall into with steps of
Dazed amazements
Crazed at what may bloom
Before unfolding out
To breach in full
No covert try
Is here discovered room
Of what in view
And who may be between
In you
Not soon but ripened
To the very more and core
The door of you
Is open out to walk
Right through into… Into…into
©K Barr
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