I am a sailor
\nliving on a landlocked prairie,
\nin an oven of continental heat.
\nA seed
\nfalling from a feather,
\nfinding a ledge
\non a gloomy coast,
\nblooming with the sun
\nof a meadow.<\/p>\n
The incongruity of chance.
\nLike the child
\nwith a gift for symphony,
\nhandling a jackhammer.
\nThe woman in a nunnery
\ndooming the motherhood
\nin herself.
\nWhat of fate?
\nIts wonderful children?
\nLives that begin in storms
\nand end in summer.<\/p>\n
How so little
\nor so much
\ncomes our way.
\nIntelligence.
\nFriends.
\nA loving family,
\nor none of these.
\nYet,
\nthe will inside ourselves
\nto create the beautiful,
\nand have
\nno regrets.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am a sailor living on a landlocked prairie, in an oven of continental heat. A seed falling from a feather, finding a ledge on…<\/p>\n