I don’t care about trackings,
Or politics or agendas unbidden,
What I care about is life.

Not life purported, but
Life as is, ironically, hidden
Within my thoughts of strife...

There is no substance to
Unworded thoughts, no change
Of heart or souls of us.

“Toss me!” says Gimli to Aragorn,
There is a difference between
Tossed and thrown.

These perceptions of perceptions
Are killing me with
Finessed distress…

My kids always laugh if I
Speak wrong, correct me with glee
when I voice my mind crossed.

As a human being, mistakes are plentitude
In the search for self latitude,
At times, I want to go to hell…

Toss me, please, into harmony,
I fear what is left of the world, and time,
Won’t allow me to be left behind,

To give of myself…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 12/9/05