Ruminate by Princess Yvonne Dumas
Sometimes I like to sit in silence
To ruminate about my day
And wonder if perhaps I’ve fallen
Far away from dreams of yesterday.
Am I forging forward on a path,
Dark and thicket-drowned?
Am I pushing beyond the storms,
An ambivalent buoy right offshore?
And yet, it’s possible that I may be
Something more to you than me.
Now there’s a thought,
New as the day,
Never to have entertained me before.
Sometimes I like to sit in silence
To ruminate about my life
And wonder if perhaps I’ve touched you
And not once lived a day of truth.