Lines

By John I. Blair

Everyone has to draw the line somewhere,
But how that barrier will run for me
Must be my choice, not yours,
And my line has moved and blurred.

In the many years since I was young
And shut myself from much of life
I’ve learned my judgment’s not infallible
And find I am no closer to omniscience.

Some day, should I grow old enough,
I may discover that the line I’ve drawn
Will dim into invisibility
And I’ll regain the all-embracing
Breadth of soul I had in infancy
When I drew lines for no one.

©2004 John I. Blair