We reach out to the universe

Through thought or prayer or ritual

The need for explanations

Is human and habitual


Impatient to unfolding life

We harvest much too soon

as changing as the currents

’round a newly freed balloon


Suspending expectation

but trying just the same

May float us to our freedom

up above the mortal game


Formatively we stumble

clinging to our walls

though we’ve come so very far

we look back through it all


Various ruts and gutters

in which we have spent time

Mountaintops and villains lair’s

that we did somehow climb


Those things over and under

we forget we’ve overcome

when we see the world before us

and what’s left to be done

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