The Dean in the Den
Of a messy mind
Delivers a poem
When he is awake

Be it long or short
Sweet or soar
Wise or otherwise

Much depends
On the depth
Of his dreams
And the jury of readership

My reflection drowns
in the stillness of
a mountain
lake.
I take but
a moment
to
follow.

After all these years
Who would have thought?
Being brave
Would get me going where I wanted to
The fact that a few words
Can change everything
I’m not saying this will be perfect
Nor am I saying this will work out at all
All I know is
It’s working now
I’m happy now
And that’s all that needs to matter