Escaping Bonn
Sometimes a boy, a girl,
with too much imagination
or too much despair,
looks for an escape,
a bolt hole, digs a tunnel,
finds a dot, an opening,
a moment in time.
Takes it, shapes it,
big enough for one,
too small for another.
There is an odd safety in retreat.
Sometimes a boy, a girl,
with too much imagination
or too much despair,
looks for an escape,
a bolt hole, digs a tunnel,
finds a dot, an opening,
a moment in time.
Takes it, shapes it,
big enough for one,
too small for another.
There is an odd safety in retreat.
A miracle to manage.
It is not how you get out that matters.
It is what you do next.
It is not how you get out that matters.
It is what you do next.
for Herr Beethoven--
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2 comments:
Oh...that last line. It is, indeed about what we do next.
Just the poem I need right now.
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