What I needed to I named
paid attention to what I couldn’t see
What I couldn’t spare I gave away
My left hand didn’t know
I emptied what needed filling
sang words without notes
counted pebbles in the well
slept until the stars had faces
Who travels slow
will travel far
Who dreams of dying
will wake in joy
So do not grudge me
a coat of colors
I weave together
all I dream
Ben Jacques Stories 