Wandering One
Poetry, essays, photos along the journey.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Trust
Nothing has changed
like rivers racing through canyons
or the ripples of a stone's throw
into our little pond.
We cannot know
the impact of our presence.
We cannot act
as if our life depends on knowing.
Nothing has changed?
Right words sound wrong.
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