I have found in a box
My Alpha and Omega my
First to last - the small
Endeavour of dancing
As a child, and the
Large intellectual cloud
Of the adult woman -
And I will have them
All framed so they can
Shout loudly at my
Eyes as I pass by:
This is you, this
Distinction of person this
Life of worth and
Work you undertook in
Good faith.  But I
Overdid it and broke
My own being - one more
Mountain was the
Last straw and
Useless, as I already was
The best and didn't
Know it. My own
Box of dreams I have
Carried all these years
And never looked in.
I found today
My own revelation.
Collected Works
Return to Collections all
next poem