in land of blind, one-eye is king
Soothe Forsooth
Some on some this world stacks high
with people, things, and chance
Ofttimes bringing cloudy sky
which is why we do the dance
The dance of holding hope to chest
enlightening one’s load
Cherishing sharing with the rest
helping righten long wrong road
For weight of weary worries one
unless one’s not alone
From chance to act to is to done
such nothings make us known
– Smith, 5.20.2015
