Wade K. Meyer
One
cannot be what one is not
A seed
is not as beautiful
Until
its flower is in bloom
We are
not what we could be
My oars
are worn, experienced
It
doesn’t take a microscope
To see
the wear and tear of years
Damaged
oars can be replaced
People
yearn to see the beauty
New
paint it makes me look so sharp
I shine
in both the sun and rain
The eye
creates what it beholds
Today
to use me who will it be?
Some
treat me with such tenderness
Some
see me as a tool, no more
Before
they dock and walk away
At
night I think to myself
I
should be my own navigator
Or at
least follow the bright star
Why is
my path not mine to choose?
It is
dawn and I am awake
And I
am not what I am not
But I
am not what I could be
One
more day to serve you, and
I know the way.
(2006)
