Dots

by Dewayne Allday

January 12, 2008

Connect the dots,

I think alot

of something that

is often not.

A dot is what?

A speck of ink,

A little wink,

Or something that

Can't even blink.

Two dots together,

Two birds, a feather,

Two knots untethered,

Where one straight line

Cannot be severed.

North star, my star,

Staring down from oh so far,

Why do you ask me

Where you are?

Connect the dots,

I fathom not!

Ran out of ink,

A dull pencil,

a crayon that,

Should be culled.

I wonder what

The dots could be,

If I could draw,

If I could see.

I wonder what

is there for me,

If I perceived,

If I believed.

Connect the dots,

I think alot,

has to do,

with the lot.

Per chance, per brains

per heart explained,

Heaven knows,

From whence we came.

But here today,

From whence so far,

from that dot,

from that star.