Finding X

Retracted by the puzzle,

Pieces not in place

Pushed by the muzzle,

Embarking on a chase


Chastised by the thought,

Of solving problems

I initially could not.

Full swing of the bat

Home run

Victory gleaned from risk.


Finding X entails a dictionary void of ‘slack’

Divide, add, multiply, subtract

No hope descends

Mind the cataract,

Equations still loiter in the back.


Answers abound,

In a field full of questions

Harvest the most taxing

Where the clouds form

Provide sunshine,

Wake the early bird.


As you sift through the yield,

Sing together knowing

The resolutions to the exigent

Were only

But a step away.







Its all in the mind.

Whether you think you can or you think you can’t, you’re right.

Henry Ford

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