BY DAVIDMURRAYLAW@GMAIL.COM

I knew not then, I know not now

 

 

 

Spring Lamb, painting by John Reynolds, 2011

Courtesy of www.fineart.america. Com

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I thought I might 

hold you tight 

forever.

 

I later understood 

that you might not would

neither now nor ever -

 

for an army of arguments

that I might consider frivolous

assuming I understood them.

 

They are your religion: 

altars on which you pray 

sanctuaries that you run to.

 

I seek no shelter.

I require no safe haven.

I fancy no foil.

 

Yet, I am as vulnerable 

as a lamb in spring

frail, confused, unknowing.

 

I want your journey to be mine 

but I knew not then, and I know not now

its destination, much less its design. 

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