You're are the lyric - thousands of little eddies there
at the edge of one strong current,
like as fingerprints, different as fingerprints -
each of them demanding my attention, testing me,
passing me, failing me, unsure if you want to be
drawn in.
what you don't understand though - - - is eventually
i will get to all of you.
like the kid - with her finger poked in the hole of a dam,
working it, to a trickle, worrying it -until a great torrent
burst forth.
what you don't understand is
i could not tell you i loved you
until i loved you.
you are as the child, who has been washed away, asking her
little questions.
Submission Name: Hodgepodge
