Poem for 02/22/02 (#2) by Benjamin Walsh:
"Potes" (pronounced 'POATess')
'You are able, you are able'
Reassuring words, for weary mind fine rest
I am lost in thought without escape
And these words come to me.
'You are able, you are able'
Let the words be scribed in stone -
That way I mayn't forget.
And the words may hold truth yet.
'You are able, you are able'
When in the cave we do not see the light
That is behind us, only shadows -
Let us drop our chains and go out to seek the sun.
'You are able, you are able'
But to do what, why, and when?
Where shall I begin? But don't forget
So soon, what they are saying yet:
'If heart is willing, then it will come within
What with your able you should then begin.'