Very Few Things

Very Few Things
by Dan Ankers


Very Few Things get to me, like you do
Very Very few, enough to make me write a poem
like this
I am a soft, though rugged soul, alone
drowned out by suffering, not all my own
but saved by miracles, not even one belongs to me
and I'm floating in an ocean of them
that I can barely perceive, and even then, only dimly
not by the motes themselves, but by their passing shadows
or the wisps of wind that follow them, like the whooooosh of dragon's wings,,,,,,,,,,,,,,................../
Very Few, Oh Very Few
the sound of my favorite nephew's voice
or the sight of the heavens on that special day
the kind we all know of but scarce remember
because days like that steal our senses
and we look upon them with awkward lenses
Oh Very Few
with Feral Intensity
Oh Very Few
That's You