Some most excellent poetry from my beloved brother on the Way, Joseph Paul Carr. This is an exert; read the whole poem on his blog, just follow the link. Then spend some time looking around at his other works.
…I bet you’ve got an answer for everything, me too,
it’s a mark of our humanity, the fearful always do,
but think of the possibilities, chance, roll, luck,
tired of destiny? Try a buttered croissant or a sugar glider.
I once spent 3 lifetimes back to back faking it as a typewriter…