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