My Place
Not in the vastness of the cosmos...
I look for myself behind mirrors
and windows along busy streets.
I discovered me in Shakespeare
and marveled how he knew
my soul would be like Hamlet’s...
...and need to know...to know...
to know what my flesh is heir to
...and why.
...to know...to know...to know...
what?
I will not make my quietus
with bodkin bare or poison rare
that cuts short my search for me.
An owners manual would be helpful.
2 comments:
Lots to ponder in your writing, "My Place." Lately I have been wondering what to focus on in the waning years of my life. I spend more of my time each day watching talk shows on MSNBC. Why so much interest in politics and social studies at this late date?
H.T.
Love it! Ginny
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