"But first, baby, as you climb and count the stairs (and they total the same), did you, sometime or somewhere, have a different idea?
Is this, baby, what you were born to feel, and do, and be?"

-Kenneth Fearing

Thursday, April 7, 2011

To a Lost Child


When you're born already lost,

St. Christopher passes you by,

afraid that like the Christ

you'll be too heavy for his shoulders.

Those who lost their own ways, later

won't even turn their heads,

reminded of the choice they had.

Those who've never left their path,

may love you once they claim you,

because we own and then we love.

But you won't forget, when their whispers stop

around you, as if your hearing had a switch;

you, who have scanned every secret,

whose eyes have swept the open world

for the path never offered, the question

that should have come before the answer.

                                              -Brent Allard