Roger Singer

We are unpredictable.  Like the

dripping of water, each different

from the previous drop.  We hold the

patent on our first breath, first step and

an ocean of random words.  We sing

off key.  Band-Aid bloodless relationships.

Mail envelopes to ourselves.  Find favor

with an enemy.  Hold tight the rope to the

bell tower.

Coffee fuels the eyes.  Toast accepts the

burn.  Butter softens under the knife.  We

hold close to the promise of our ship coming

in and the sound of luck finding us.