The pherenomes kick in
And we are swept away
On a stream of hormones.
I don't recognize what
Or why; it just is.
And despite our faults
And the weaknesses
We come to acknowledge,
The idiocyncracies
Grinding like sand inside the oyster shell,
We still can love
And are touched by the tiny endearments
Which bind us together
In a true miracle:
The imposition of the holy
And eternal
On the temporary and profane.
A lustrous pearl of great price.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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