Maybe you will
Maybe you won't
What matters more
Whether you do or don't
Is how little difference it makes
Like snow at night—
You may think decisions are important
Maybe so maybe not
Important isn't the point
What is is what's average around you—
The endless bending cedars
Nature's curves that are always there
Your common sense could be solid or foggy
You could be very determined or loose
Maybe young or steep
You may have family or just
Wander at dawn—
These differences signify nearly nothing
Instead you need to realize however you can
That the lifting point
Is when you are sleeping
And that the best work
You will ever do is when
You are opening the barn.
Hiram Larew's work has appeared in a variety of journals,
books, and collections, and has received national and regional notice including
Pushcart nominations. He lives in Maryland and reads his poetry widely.
His email address is hlarew@juno.com.
