Fit
Like a hand in a glove
A foot in a sock

Fit
Like a runner
A body building world winner

Fit
Like the colors on my walls
The echoes in my halls

Fit
In my clothes
My cottons and my wools

Fit
On my desk
My chair pulled tight to my chest

Fit
In the air I breathe
The life I keep and lies I lead

Fit
Like a glove

Fit
Into a world that has no meaning

Fit

Fit
Fit

A square peg

Image by Paul Apal’kin

Published by J M Greff

J M Greff is the rambling author, trucker philosopher, peace loving hippie, spiritual warrior, backpacking pantheist, wandering minstrel, and poet fool who created A Caravan of One for you. View all posts by J M Greff