Arlu has this friend
a priest actually
who speaks of this as a time
for hesitating in one's beliefs

I'm not sure I understand
the humor of this man
or the random thoughts implied

My concrete mind sieves
the kernelled grain to course
through hands and fingers twined
and blends the blurred vision
rock ribbed and steady
with the gentle feet
of simple folk made whole

I grasp
for straw brained choice
and choose the duck walked path
the solitary stride and stripe
beyond the pale of skunk

No tune imparts its note
to tap about - around
this quiet dance.