Showing posts with label Dimensional Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dimensional Poems. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Meander

There is power in meandering
winding wondering
to the center of the soul
where the monsters live.

We cling, instead, to strong straight paths
with measured steps and certain destinations,
where we suppose the thing called safety
waits for us.

But

Isn’t it in the dreaming of days,
the spinning of tales,
the tracing of

paths
of
rain
drops
down
                        long    
window
panes

that
create
some
thi
n
g
n
e
w

where we learn
what we have always known

©2007 Donna Jo Wallace.