POEM: Vision

Write bold as clear
treat gently as dear
like mirror on wall
run for its call

Give all it can take
to keep it awake
like body uses glands
fold not your hands

When it looks long
to be carried along
like medicine to cure
see it as sure



Surely storms shall come
stick firm as gum
like pilot to locus
dare to stay focus

Though seems to tarry
no rush and hurry
Like pupils in class
It will come to pass


Amakamedia. First published, July 2009