6/6/20 Poem by GRANT FRASER

It's true
and the poetry
bit comes away
in my fingers,

I mean inside
the mind's eye,

My brain,
sez, do not lead,
where i do want
to go...

Of course,
unless you have
a great miracle
yet to perform!

Who said anything
about miracles?

I mean it's a f%@^*"! £
miracle we're even here!

besides,
Most of you I'll never know!

and a sort of sadness,
maybe even disgust
or hatred too,

(while training an arrow
on myself) ,

watching the moment,
quietly waiting for it
to explode or implode,

awaiting the great
invisible hand,
to walk me along again!