Near every morn we convene
To sort out the day’s headline screed.
Back and forth we parry and joust,
Debate hotter than coffee roast.
Everyone looks for some missing gem
To unscramble the nation’s maelstrom.
But into the fray comes a gentle gent,
Whose arrival is clearly heaven’s gift.
Winding calmly amidst the noise,
He’s a stalwart with stoic poise.
He speaks a truth quiet and clear,
With insights insured to endear.
His presence offers inner light,
The path before him ever bright.
But who is he to whom we refer?
A true meaning-of-life observer.
With words recalled from a Dylan ode,
Let’s share a cup of Zach ‘fore we go.
© 2022, Kenneth Koziol. All rights reserved.
