we come forward

without instruction manuals

hearts and minds empty

ready to receive

what is joy

how do we tell

right from wrong

and the tablets

are thrown down to us

written in hieroglyphics

with each one singly deciding

what the pictures might mean

we dance over sharp stones

calling our pains pleasure

because we never see

what is inside

we pick the one

who lays claim to the key

© 2008 Sandy Vrooman