Sage by Gabriel Henton

Sage

by Gabriel Henton

The smell ofwarm sage

Hangs heavily in the air.

My mother is cooking white-sauce again.

Across the room, I numbly sit,

Drifting in thought.

If today brought wisdom

Will it linger until tomorrow?

Wise is the fool who sees what he is,

But foolish is the wizened one who doesn't act.