Keeping Your Promises to Robert Frost were you forced to walk lonely and naked through the same fields in which you invented your distinct sense of timelessness your vast knowledge of all things fertile and humane did you grow tired of that place no the fog never lifted things became too hazy for you to assess and assume and reassess and reassume henry miller said that over elaboration was a sign of genius he said the same thing of frequent urination so what does it all really mean nothing so why did I say it you tell me it persisted and you slept soundly not by choice the magic was gone ©Barry Graham