The Answer

I wrote this poem today while at my favorite coffee shop. It’s possibly still a work in progress, and I’m not sure yet how I feel about it, but I don’t really care, so I’m posting it anyway!

The Answer

Whitney Fawn MacEachern
October 3, 2010

We walk on through
We walk on by
We are on a path
Still we search
and yet we yearn

We cannot see it
or taste or touch it
It is nonsensical
But we can feel it
It seems too simple

It is on

It embraces us
Pulling us in

Some run from it
Those are the wretched,
The miserable, the lost,
The poor

If we open
we feel as though it will kill us
But it won’t
It can’t

It is one

The one true truth
Only this
It endures
It stretches
Repeats in waves

As do we

If we try
If we look
If we sing

If we Have

It is won