Like a lame infant learning to walk
A dumb beggar who now can talk
A cripple who no longer needs his stick
Or towards a window, a well-aimed brick
From summer trees the autumn leaves
At midnight mass a band of thieves
At dawn the sleeping crow
At summer’s height the freezing snow
On placid lakes the pounding waves
At pharaoh’s tomb the rejoicing slaves
In a desert the palm ringed pools
Undisciplined soldiers following rules
At twilight the disappearing star
A drunk lady in a crowded bar
A flowerpot that’s out of place
Or unstrung threads in the lace
Seeing the world unlike others see
The bard now lost in reverie
Tells all as is his will
Ink stains dripping from his quill