The higher that we stake our claim…
the loftier our reach.
The fewer people play the game…
the more it means to each.
.
The greater sums that we invest…
the richer the reward.
The better that we do our best…
the louder they applaud.
.
The closer that we get to home…
the easier we sleep.
The longer that I write this poem…
the less it's worth to keep.
.
The finer that we mill our grains…
the less of what began remains.
.
© Tim Grace, 20 April 2011
(Revised: 18 November 2022)
About the Creator
Tim Grace
A first impression has a lasting effect - it makes a notable difference. In a subtle way that’s who I am as a poet. A ‘first impression’ looking for the gentle ‘twist’ that draws attention to a novel observation.
Inshallah
Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
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