In Writing Ceremony
One has to understand the pomp
goes with a reason to celebrate.
When we do choose to be recognized,
there is always that instance of wonder.
Is the value of our time to explore the real,
or are we always fooled into quiet speculation,
wondering if walking across this avenue
alone tonight holds any bearing upon tomorrow.
At least in the eyes of the observer,
we can wonder about their reaction,
even though once I was given passage to know,
and came to terms with the ignorance of time.
I am that individual in a snow bound landscape looking,
yet always skeptical that a glance will be foreboding.