April 14th, 2011

Law dork

A litigator's poem: Settling on the Eve of Trial

Settling on the Eve of Trial

So it’s over, I wash off
the war paint, stow
my weapons, go home
and have a glass of wine.

After two years of full speed
ahead, a wild roller coaster ride,
someone pulls the switch
just before the final plunge

And leaves me stranded,
suspended, my body tightly
coiled, ready to spring.
Somewhere in the far

distance a fog descends
on truth, and justice sways
in the breeze. I await
the slow uncoiling.

-- Joyce Meyers, Esq.