If I were to start walking home now, then
I'm sure that I would never quite arrive.
It's just too far and I'm alone. I'm not
The only one here, but I am alone
It's better not to listen to these ones
Who keep on chirping, sitting by my side.
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And so I walk along, the name of "Pilgrim"
Just pressing on my mind, and like my namesake
I met folks on the way: the ones who sang
Were sirens, harpys, mermaids, vixen, and
One more. One more whose voice would rise above
As long as I would listen to that voice.
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One voice that made the others silent now
The clear voice of one more who led me home.
And on my journey home, I find the voice,
It comforts me and brings on more, and more
The voices of my ancestors that know
The way, just like I know I know the way.
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My elders teach me what it is I know
And hand me all the world because within
The blink of any universal eye
That voice that rises out above the din,
The one, if one would dare to only pause
And, leaning in to listen close, is mine.
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The Request Book
PoetryThis book of poems contains my poems written to your requests (including, in some cases, requests that you did not make and that I imagined). Anyone may make a request for a poem on any subject and I will do my best. Please leave a comment and I w...
