It's a thousand things--poetry-
like the myriad themes of a symphony
embodying all aspects of life and human nature
the beauty, the joy, the angst, the pain, the fever-
mankind in search of meaning and purpose
in its inexhaustible and unbearable thirst
dim and deceptive is the horizon
vision and sense of direction are stolen-
where's the light to be found?
Where's the firm holding ground?
What will follow on the morrow?
Would it be the re-visitation of joy or sorrow?
It's the perennial role of poetry
to remind us of our dignity and humanity
to look squarely at the face of nonchalant time
to reach out to the stars to live a life that's sublime