I used to play and muck about.
It’s a been a while since then.
I used to sit with God and shout
about the silence and the Zen.
Age and strength and passing days
came along and set me right.
And God became a bunch of ways
to talk about the out-of-sight.
But still I can’t begin to claim
I know a thing, Amen.
But every year I’m less my name
and more the silence and the Zen.
