there is a wound that heals
there is a sand that soothes
there is a cloud that clarifies
the bumpy road that smooths

truth telling can be lies
What's called wisdom may be dumb
there is a fame to ostracize,
the familiar royal bum

what looks to be in one way
in opposition may be found
the enigma defies what it is
& how you may expound

from jumping to conclusions
and interpretations that impound
I'll take my leave this autumn day
to ride my muse unbound