They also serve who stand and wait......



You said,

"Come and take a walk round my mind,"

and I did.

What you didn't tell me

was that it would not be as simple as that;

not the simple stroll through a child's picture garden

you led me to believe.

Gaily stepped I,

into not a land

but a life -

(like looking back through

a mirror

at the mirror's image

of the world from which I have just jumped,

and come face to face

with myself coming in,



I would call it being reborn,

but that is not an adequate word.

I can't deny all that ever made me,

as to say "reborn" would imply.

What word means

take a life

and reshape through the mind

of another?

I suppose

sort of like a giant cocktail shaker-

The ingredients were all there,

and you were life's waiter.



© John McNeil. All rights reserved.
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