Weekend Reflections: A Poem

Yeah, yeah. It isn’t Thursday. Oh well. It came to me, and so it gets posted. Go figure.

None-the-Less; To the Self

Sometimes being wrong is right
Much like being right happened to be wrong
And that, of course, is great
ever surprising
But encouraging none-the-less
None-the-less
That, right there, is it
Isn’t it?
None-the-less you were wrong
and things turned out well
What was it that made you wrong?
Arrogance, maybe, that you knew best
And that your fears outweighed
every surprise
You could imagine
None-the-less your imagination was shy
Lucid–vivid–saturated
but perhaps afraid of what was right
And only grasped what was wrong
None-the-less surprised with truth
Broken walls and cascading hills
Encircling and raising and guiding
High into the blue dome above
But you expected the royal to
give way to
the dark and space and empty
None-the-less you were wrong.

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