how then
shall we proceed
or not at all
all adding up
miss steps

missing adulation
not missing
one way praise
other way boring
both better off
forking the path

or monkey shines
i know not which
only know rivers flow
we’re caught in snags
of our own making

“I” the rock
tumbles to pebbles
down the stream
down the river
becoming gems
of oceans’ sands

did she kiss his hand
did he wash her feet
do they live in Never Land
where south flows north
where north flows south
and equators equalize

not to fret little dew drops
so far from river flowing
first rays of sun
will show us the gem
we are to become
at story’s end.