10.4.2010

Within Reason

Woke voiceless, wanting
to sing in the city
where people say rain
spells weather, where
one goes gray with
waiting. I used to think
to find my way around;
now I go braving
anything that I can’t
think to see. It’s hard to
risk another, whatever
form you take. Things
go luminous (within
reason) without light.

Shannon Tharp (© 2010)