Pearl of Clarity

I think about the leaves on a tree

in Georgia, beside a road I drove

down only once,

And how they looked down upon the

lights of Savannah for the many

still nights of that summer of their


I think all men are knights of their

fatherís creation,

And I cherish and fear diving into

past confusion,

only to rise yet again,

my outstretched hand breaking the

waves before me,

with the coveted pearl of clarity.