schooled out
a master class
in the frailty of flesh
with much wisdom
comes humiliation
(or maybe the other way around)
nature speaks
volumes
I can’t keep up
with the reading
but know the themes
enough to fake it
through the tests
pass
fail
all these glaring dualities—
wanting more time
that I mostly piss away
thirsting for grace
that I drown in works
(or, worse, plans for them)
waxing knowledge
waning strength
railing, wailing, flailing alone
with connections all around
I can’t walk for tripping
over the stumps
of my thinning forest
stand against the march of time
or get in line
June 2011
Posted by kevinreeve 
