Another poem I wrote while hanging up hundreds of hangers in the backroom of Salvation Army.
Wisdom’s Path
When you find the path to your wisdom
Your friends will call you lost.
When you dive to the depth of your ocean
Your family will grieve you “storm-tossed.”
Down the watery ladder
Seek the oyster of dark
Plant there the pearls of your musings
To trouble the mother of hearts.
The Breath once again must surface
Your saviors will see you accosting
They’ll ask what treasure you found there
“Better yet my friends, I have lost it!”
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