True North and Other Quiet Lies 



The compass says we’re there
but I still feel the pull of something 
greater, some crater 
in my soul that says we’ve got 
a ways to go. 

We wake. We give. We grieve. 
We take. We’re born. We mourn 
all those lives
that could be ours. 

And we must 
ask ourselves
          (again) 
what’s truer than the stars. 

::

In November, we poem.

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3 Responses to True North and Other Quiet Lies 

  1. Misky says:

    Love Love this to bits!

  2. Kir Piccini says:

    “we mourn all those lives that could be ours”

    sigh.
    yes.

  3. neil reid says:

    beautiful. the kind to bring us home.

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