Proof Fact

A free verse poem about the plight of enlightenment.

WE were almost There
the night was warm and dark
the day cold and bright
our hands shaking for
WE were almost There
six more steps five more steps
They thought safety in numbers
i could taste that sweet sweet
fire at my fingertips
WE were almost There
new beginning on That horizon
on the other side of That hill
four steps three steps
the sun burning cold
WE were almost There
it was washing over WE
the night was almost gone
the answer almost found
two steps one step
we were almost