Poems from The Chessplayer
I did not ask for this life
But you handed it to me
Like the sharp end of a knife
I did not ask for sight
But you gave it to me
In a...
It occurred to me
While I was drinking one night in October--
Sometimes I am happy
And sometimes I am sober
I met a man once
Who lived out in nowhere
He had two horses and a dog
And a rifle and a tent
But not much else
I asked him,
'Where is...
Going through life
Is sort of
Like walking
Backwards
Because we can see what is past
But not what is to come
And because every step seems...
On mountaintops not many things are seen
Black rock, blue sky
And what exists between
Space
Too vast
And too terrifying to face
Silence...