Wednesday, October 31, 2012

Winnowing

Here we go,
trying to separate
the infinite possibilities of life
from the limited circumstances
we prefer.

At the last breath
none of us know
whether it was
the chaff or the grain
that flew off in the wind.

by Simon Ó Faoláin

1 comment:

  1. cool. i fell out of the poetry mode many years ago, but this works.

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