Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Given out
Take only enough
Stop short of urge to plead
Then purge away the need.
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.
Discover the reason why
So tiny human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
ScribbleDartsfromtheHeart 
I must say, this is the only poem or writing of Alice Walker’s that I truly understand. I have tried to read her books but just could not get into them. Maybe because I am not poetic enough. 🙂 Nice one!
I can relate! Some of her writing I have to mull over and over and still I don’t understand. I set it aside hoping that the next read will bring insight 🙂
Ditto! 🙂 Have a great week my friend.
Here’s another that I don’t recall seeing earlier; sorry I did not reply earlier. I haven’t read much of Walker’s work. Is she often esoteric?
This piece seems shrouded in an certain obtuse moodiness but also somehow hopeful at the end. Your photo choice seems perfect!