24.) I Didn't Try To Fill The Page...

 I didn’t try to fill the page – I never knew

What I wanted to say – only those things

That came of themselves are here

Things that must matter to me most

Which continually came insistent to be told

And, though, my heart might flex its wings

And, heavy as any fledgling,

Seek to try the air again, itself – it wasn’t ever

What the ‘trying me’ wanted that I said

My stories, spirit-told, the lines upsurge alone

Fluttering in the wind another’s music made

Sounding on a bow’s string

Striking the heart’s Aeolian harp

And playing there till he withdrew

To hold his peace, bide his time awhile

Yet, he was ever insistent, ceaseless, like the sea

Teeth white at the rocky base of towering cliffs

Eroding what he could of me

Getting further in to claim a glorious ground

And taking me in full, fulfill my life’s work

And all I ever wanted.

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