MAYBE ONE DAY

I was a WONDERER, a wanderer, a finder of hurt-filled "noways," tragic bi-ways, never again somedays.

Drifting through scenes searching as a castaway

Turning every rock

In search of my runaway

another day.

Then one day, another way, a misty light-filled runway

Fog lift distraction, through reflection, a resurrection intervention

Did I mention?

It caught my attention.

Not a church choir singing

Not any music thing playing

It was a "maybe" injection

A maybe changed direction.

Through history and rhythm, my cadence of rejection

Had left me with a profession

That this life would be nothin

Then maybe changed angles.

It changed the lighting and wrote the scene.

Maybe turned to someday, oneway

this scene became my dream.