Like the earth <br />I listened to the moans <br />of your footfalls, <br />every resentful thud <br />grinding in the rough <br />impendency you carry <br /> <br />The harried, the hunters – <br />we all ran in circles <br />for we are born to run <br />and flow like rivulets; <br />do not fret <br /> <br />Keep your faith <br />for the bounty in serendipity <br />roaming this circle <br />without a trace, <br />and save room <br />for emergency and beauty <br />in the empty space <br />you carry<br /><br />Norman Santos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/save-a-room/
