…”we walk, if merry were, our merry way.” — Paul Goodman
I don’t go on willfully. I just continue.
I am beginning to learn that
what I knew as Hope
was merely Expectation.
I go like a parachutist, having jumped
for the animal joy, just for the hell of it.
It’s too late to stop and consider,
waiting to be stopped
finally,
meeting the Earth.