Yes, it's rather precipitous to judge a poet from a single poem; although I've posted others in the past . . . but in explanation, PIVOTAL PERSPECTIVES I drove in my last piton, Hanging down six hundred Feet above the canyon floor (Falling would take a long time). My sweaty fingers shook As I strung my line anew And swung to the new location. At some point words will Fail and I'll fall flailing And protesting down Toward the long standing Rubble with consternation, But for now I retrieve The previous and Set it firmly on the Edge, screwing it in And seeing the way Up even if I have To merely climb the rest Instead of setting one More piton half way Beyond what I will need, Freeing my mind to Contemplate the edge From a new perspective As though I had arrived At new understanding rather Than a place I must climb down from. Lawrence _____ From: lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx [mailto:lit-ideas-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Mike Geary Sent: Sunday, January 29, 2006 10:31 AM To: lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx Subject: [lit-ideas] Re: Another Sunday Poem Wow, Lawrence. JK misreads you. Someone wrote me offlist to ask when you had become human : ) a little liberal humor there. Nice poem. Reminds me of the Amadou Diallo shoot down. Nicely handled. Mike Geary