Do I grasp for understanding,
—or is knowing quite enough
Or deem then that important,
—if the difference smooth or rough
Do I understand a mountain,
—or the bear that lives within
Or just know that they belong there,
—and the mystery that it brings
Do I understand the Ocean,
—or the waves that break so high
Or just hear their thunder crashing,
—and not need to wonder why
Do I understand what time is,
—or just its symbols and what they mean
Or understand a life laid down in battle,
—for those unseen
Do I understand a memory,
—or just smile whenever it calls
Or understand tomorrow,
—when today my life befalls
Do I understand the anger,
—or just control it when it barks
Or understand the danger,
—sometimes lurking in the dark
Do I understand the words I write,
—when the Muse shakes me from my sleep
Or understand the excuses loaned,
—with the reasons mine to keep
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
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