When the hour will wane,

our heart is out of place,

when we wish only disdain

when logic has no trace

we might imagine a different take

on the notions ahead,

a far greater value at stake

than an ego’s reactive head.

Can we ever imagine,

just a singular reaction,

might we step out of the din

of our constant affirmation.

I walked alone through a crowd,

with all of the eyes quite askance

I felt I might be wearing a shroud,

if in conversation I took a chance.

We might recognize there is true value

when understanding betters our view.