As the Dandelion
I began writing this poem yesterday, as I was waiting outside at my Doctor’s office, noticing all of the dandelion seeds taking flight through the air and thinking about the nature of life. It is dedicated to my Uncle Howell Reeves, who drifted into eternal sleep early this morning.
I am as the dandelion seed
Floating
Drifting
And at times, flying
Carried hither and to by the forces about
Not ever really cognizant of the direction
Or where upon this charter I might land
Whether I might forever be free
Or that I find myself upon the earth and take root
Though I am forever in Go
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