Howard Hall@nonbreakingspace.com | a delicate contingency

a delicate contingency

I am not the me,
not the me you thought I’d be,
not the one to set you free
and not the one you once believed
would stem the tides of seas.

I am more than me,
not the one you had foreseen,
but just like you I had a dream –
a delicate contingency –
depending on a “we.”

by howard

August 31st, 2008

Posted in poetry

PJ

It really does all depend on a “we” doesn't it?
http://www.frankroche.com/blog Frank

It is “we.” Wow.
http://nonbreakingspace.com/ howard

Thanks. I wasn't sure this one would resonate, because it was one of those things that occurred to me when I was really tired. But I'm glad I wasn't the only one to get it.
http://www.qazse.com qazse

I love this poem.
http://nonbreakingspace.com/ howard

Thanks, Qazse. I thought it was fitting recently for several reasons.