THE UNFORESEEN Mar. 7/84 Karl Rigelhof

Sun glare off the melting snow
It brings a squint to your eyes
Some stare off into tomorrow
Without watching where they step

Shadows dance across the field
It brings a smile to your face
I'm glad (though) to dance with what I feel
And leave my problems behind

The dream fades, I hope I didn't falter
It brings a question to (my) mind
It seems strange, I hope I didn't alter
Any visions of the past
Or the future of realities

We must take the present in our grasp
And bend it into perspective
Not bow down to its needs
We must be receptive
To the unforeseen