Mel Small
Mel Small has written three novels, two plays, one screenplay, and numerous poems and essays.
Joining
I am a me, Grabbing to keep being,Wanting to become freeFrom time that's fleeing.
What will be?What's it all for?Touch, hear, and see. Can it be more?
Holding another is alone plus one. Being held is two alone Seeking their day in the sun, Searching for grass between sand and stone.
Join with all the rest, Who are also alone.All to do the best, No fear of the unknown.
Just a tiny nick, That may become a mark. Let's take our lick. Dark to light to dark.
Our selves are only a definable division.Let's find and smooth our common ground.Joining becomes the permanent decision.Inspired and cheered by similar sound.
It's still our own direction. No special deal.No ultra protection.Hope. Try. Feel.
What will be?What's it all for?Touch, hear, and see. Can it be more?
Holding another is alone plus one. Being held is two alone Seeking their day in the sun, Searching for grass between sand and stone.
Join with all the rest, Who are also alone.All to do the best, No fear of the unknown.
Just a tiny nick, That may become a mark. Let's take our lick. Dark to light to dark.
Our selves are only a definable division.Let's find and smooth our common ground.Joining becomes the permanent decision.Inspired and cheered by similar sound.
It's still our own direction. No special deal.No ultra protection.Hope. Try. Feel.