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!
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
Enfolding
Smothering
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
everlasting
eternal
It endures
It stretches
Repeats in waves
As do we
If we try
If we look
If we sing
If we Have
Do
Be
It is won