Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Poem for Today


Resting, in your silent,

And hard chambered world.

Insulated from knowing right or wrong,

Or seeing faces.

Just muffled sounds come to you,

And infrequent flashes of circular light,

Bouncing down grooved steel.

That is your view of the outside world.

Waiting to take your turn,

Running the curved spiral out into what we call life,

That’s where I live, and make the decision to free you.

Or not.

Wish I could make no judgments,

Just take the action, and fly.

September 2008


David M said...

The Thunder Run has linked to this post in the blog post From the Front: 10/02/2008 News and Personal dispatches from the front and the home front.

BigD said...

Found your blog in my travels through the milblogospere. Your poetry is wonderful. Did I miss your MOS in previous blog posts? Do you work in a CSH? Take care.

Survival Chick said...