by J. Thiemeyer
I consider
the folderol, the hurley-
burley and delight
in it, so in it, the chaos that drove me
carried me for what seemed
forever
or the forever that mattered
I forget
why I was invited
with my soul to be here
today
in this place for this
moment
and what matters, why?
who I am,
who we are,
and all the rest
that comes with it
the folderol, the hurley-
burley