Poem

Things

Wonderment.
In things unseen and things seen
In every living thing;

And yet nothing

for what is a thing
and where does it lead?
So much unknown and so much to know.
I could go I could stay--
The decision is mine
The decision is his.
Whether I stay or whether I leave
Things are set.
The change will not come.
Things unseen
Things unknown.

Poem

Unseen

If you think that you know me,

You are mistaken.

If by telling me sorry

You think I’ll forgive you,

You couldn’t

Be more wrong.

If you think it didn’t hurt.

I tell you,

It’s untrue.

Some say

Ignorance is bliss.

I think I agree.

If I had never known

No pain

Would have known

me.