10's by 10's
Tens by tens, questions crash and splash,
Spilling into valley floors ahead,
Filling deep each crack and crevice,
Leaving much through which to wade.
Others offer to share the Load...
To Lend their answers true...
But whether of worth, identity or more,
The questions held and answers earned
Are mine ... ther're mine ... they're me.
Life's mysteries are to be embraced;
Their complexities rejoiced.
They form the soul of all that's known
And hold tightly today's dawning faith.
'Tis not a dream of others' obeisance
nor a dungeon of own forced action ...
Much more, instead, is to be found this day,
To be found in one's own Lakes.
New Lands unfurl toward horizons far
And, with them, a realm of acceptance.
-Dave (3/93)
