Unspecific But Prolific
Who do i talk to when i write
alone and in the darkest night?
I suppose that it has to be
to the spirits who surround me.
There are spirits of many kinds
lurking within all of our minds.
These spirits seem like gods to me,
inhabiting eternity.
Is a prayer like a poem,
private, yet others can know’em?
Or, could it be a homily
i am writing to you from me?
If you want it, it can be yours
As well as a lot of encores.

Walt Abbott–8-20-08