Wednesday, March 14, 2007

The Writer Revealed

It is always risky to share poetry but, what the heck!


I am
The writer
Whose words
To make sense
For me,
Maybe you,
Of the quirkiness of life.
Possibility exists
For everything, for nothing,
Born and reborn in innocent hope
In my words
That are labor to me,
The writer,
I ask, "Why?"