I’ve started writing letters

And then stopped abruptly.

I’ve gone to fetch a ladder for a friend stuck on a limb

But stopped after seeing the beauty of man in a tree,

Fingers grasping fractals.

I’ve broken rules of writing when someone told me not to,

And swept a red flood across my soul.

I’ve eaten with lovers and haters but couldn’t look at them

For they sat too closely to each other.

So don’t have a schedule for what you should do.

There is no exam for life,

Or course to follow.

Merely stop and step upon your path in

Reverence of beauty and

Take in as much as you can.