Monday, December 14, 2009

You Are Here

Since it may not be important
enough to bother you
about my resume,
and since a page cannot enlist
or sell or repeat or parrot
or ring a bell over a pot
like the Salvation Army
at Christmas

all one asks is that you find yourself
in this little rhyme
and that you not get lost
for any long or costly time
but learn your way out again, slaying
any Minotaur you may meet along the way
and not forgetting to hoist white sails
on the day of your return.

[copyright EAC 09]


Thorndike Pickledish said...

Glorious art you present once again--a masterpiece indeed !

I have read the flowing and wonderful words...and will do as directed,gladly, however the white sails are at the dry cleaners currently !

ay that's the ticket.

wattee said...

one of your xmas poems?