Wore-in Piece

Wore-in Piece

Chance and circumstance,
them long lost friends,
in the crisscrossed search
for rainbow ends.

Then they leave the church,
like sisters in a fight,
in the long held debate,
rending wrong from write.

Underestimate
their searching for the dream,
like the last losing captain
of the toss and turn team.

And now we’re all laughin’
chitchat heartily
at the long lost prance
in that part of me.

Like the raves of coaching rants,
waged to the extreme,
or the meditation chants
simple as they seem.

Like the marathon dance
wading in the stream,
wanting to take a chance
on trusting in the dream.