OctPoWriMo Poem 11 – The Message

How am to know it?
By reading the book left open to the page
I should have read, but skipped?
Is that how?
By singing the words to the hymn
I never liked the melody of?
That?
By watching the shadows fall across the evening wall,
While the animals sleep?
Then?
By resting on the earth
While the grasses whisper above me?
There?

I can wind down to the end of every day
Tossing the late night remnant away
Like a candy wrapper,
Looking for it:
The message.

Or maybe I can learn the trick
Of living with it everywhere
And nowhere.

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