Alabama – 10 (of 10)

(Part 10 and last)

I wonder who might live out there,
And what might be their weight of care;
For those few moments, I will stare,
Then these thoughts pass,
They always pass.

I wonder back to long ago,
And why things turned exactly so
And why we’ve still so far to go,
Then these thoughts pass,
They always pass.

For love is in the hinterlands,
And love is in the cities,
And understanding can be had
In twos, but not committees —
And where we come from isn’t always
Where we end up going,
And why the wicked prosper so,
There really is no knowing.

I wonder at the coming rain,
If love will find a home again,
I’m spinning like a weather vane,
But these thoughts pass,
They always pass.

To Alabama, now, I leave
These few scant measures that I weave,
And know that I at last believe —
What comes to pass will come

To pass

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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