page of cups

and i wonder is it kind

and will it understand that it's provision as a practicality

gave mechanism to a stunning bit of alchemy?

and i wonder is it kind

and when it speaks will it speak grace and with pardon?

as i have let the light linger upon it

so longingly and resting where it may

and if this is how

i strive my way along another blinding page

when looking at it now

i will be kind and therefore never will i find it strange

and i wonder is it kind

and will it move with clemency or will it bow and startle

lurching back into the fabric where at first i caught sight of it

and so begat an elegy?

and i wonder is it kind

and what will it see of me?

will it see that i am right or wrong

in letting it preside as i have

chiding me into yet another song?

and i have allowed my mind

autonomy to wanderingly stray

into fanaticism of a daring kind

and therefore never will i find it strange

and if this is how

i strive my way along another blinding page

when looking at it now i will be kind

and therefore never will i find it strange

and i wonder is it kind

and will it ever pass this way again?

as i have waited half a century or more

which is why i let it drag me to my knees

then belly down along the floor

and i have allowed my mind

autonomy to wanderingly stray

into fanaticism of a daring kind

and therefore never will i find it strange

and if this is how

i strive my way along another blinding page

when looking at it now i will be kind

and therefore never will i find it strange