Everything is new – but we forget
the wisdom of the child.
The folly of the old who’ve seen it
all before, and THINK they know.
Each second born anew, each new breath
– never before.
This moment never happened
until it happened now.
That is the poet’s work,
the artist’s joy,
to show the world anew because it is.
Copyright 2014 Prayerwarriorpsychicnot