where do we draw the line
between pushing through
and giving up? when do we
surrender? i say we do it now,
while the mist still hangs prettily
on the air, and the sound of the wind
can be heard in the eastern distance.
i say we are better off surrendering
at a time when the sun is still held
to its promise of rising. if we wait,
we will surrender to the moon and
to the cold hard night, when flesh
turns to prey and blood spilled
attracts the interest of wolves.
Written at 10:30 at night, in my office, in Agoura Hills CA, while listening to an old interview between Bill Maher and Barack Obama.