Make it so
the writing on the wall
writ way up high,
which was, in some form, there
from your get go,
before you ever
learned to read,
which spells out
in some sort of reasoned shape or form
your great big “why?” . .
Read it,
note it,
do not impede it–
let if flow over, under
all around you,
soak in it,
Feel it,
listen to it
understand it
love it,
dote on it
put none above it,
Let yourself see what
first key “What?”
it might invoke
that lets you get a grip,
a glove on it,
Once it comes to pass
that you’ve finally grabbed it,
and got it in well within your grasp,
Detect its vibe,
and in
allow for it to wow
the deepest deep, deep you inside,
and clarify.
Then seek to do or find
or other ways manifest
that “Why?”-directed “What?”,
and, if you need it,
get the help to start that first,
even if, at first,
you don’t know how.
And, if you should forget
the why–
don’t fret,
but sink into your heart-gut-mind,
And let emerge
the simplest label
that fits you true,
which will total happiness and pride
you could carry as an epithet,
and which,
if your arc of life
could etch a brilliant rainbow
as its graph,
in the end,
you’d smile, if you were there,
to read it on your gravestone
where someone else
saw fit
to print it as your epitaph.
The Danforth Anchor 