Morning Musings on Thanksgiving Eve, 2007
My Journey, I say,
my journey to becoming a community,
an individual, and back and forth I go,
as the path widens and narrows,
with room for many,
just for myself.
Maureen Dowd’s column is nasty on Hillary today,
affirming she hasn’t gotten anywhere on her own.
Is that so?
She has been senator of
The goal of presidency has been hers,
since she and Bill first held hands and ambition.
Does she care about the job?
Does she know what she desires
as she starches her ironed face
each morning for the day.
I look for softness
and see anger and pain.
I don’t have the need to lead,
the hubris, perhaps, to say I know what is right for you,
and so, I swim like a swan on a lake
and when I look down
I see sky and clouds
with rocks and fish.