Poem: An Odd Sort of Alchemist

An Odd Sort of Alchemist

At times you feel like an alchemist,
in search of the magic, the ability
to turn dross into gold,
darkness into faith,
things missing into things found,
a search for certainty in a life proved too often otherwise,
a little of this. A little of that. Apply pressure.
Apply heat. Mix and match and hope
for something less than explosion,
though at times you are surprised,
finding not what you search for,
but what you need.

About this poem,

One of my favorite sayings is “Life is a science experiment.”

The picture was taken at the NY Farm Museum.

Tom

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