Updated: Sep 11
When I was younger, before my daughters,
From many cups I literally sipped,
Figuratively testing thought’s waters
With my big toe, claiming I fully dipped.
Years later, this facile habit of mind,
Ignoring complexities inherent
In any topic, not at all inclined
To plum their depths, thinking thoughts coherent
Changed due to changes I no longer fought,
The alternative to not, being death,
Of body, spirit, all that has been taught,
Inspired in me the import of breath,
In thinking of thinking’s will or its want,
No longer its dangerous dilettante.