Friday, June 3, 2011


To confess to less would be a crime:

                              I take flight,

                not knowing if or where

                                                     or what

                                       I’ll find,

                        as if to bear the consequence

        were any choice of mine,

                while a risk

                              of such impertinence

seeks shelter one leaf, one cloud, one love, at a time.


Old 333 said...

Boosterflies! And other bugs. A very Spring piece, William - thanks for.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Peter. This time of year, if we wave our nets enough we’re bound to catch something. This is what I found in mine.

rahina q.h. said...

'a risk of such impertinence' interesting choice of words William... and lovely finish, so true to life:)

William Michaelian said...

The phrase in question also describes the poem and its making, I think. Thank you, Rahina.

~im just only me~ said...

one love, at a time. Ah yes.

William Michaelian said...

one love, at a time. Ah, yes. Or is the comma implied? A space, to pace, divine.