Monday, December 28, 2015
Great Change Requires Time (Replacement Poem II)
Don't be a scene.
Those Two Posts -
right down, right now,
before they are witnessed
that saw there was too much mess
before you did,
missed shady sides and places
amid all the spots of bright sun
gracing down and through
at the spaces between rocks
right here and there
and in a hundred other cases
where white, yellow, orange and
candy wine lilys grow again
in a bare handful of months,
places in the scene that other eyes
avoid when the stormclouds come
this late in the year.
So keep letting it happen but don't
get all quiet like you did because
the door is open
to be used.
Remember that it's not just stared at in
every time something shining and
and smiling and beautiful like
every wave peeling gently from
the steady swells and troughs
and tight sparkle-trimmed blue jeans
as your troublesome standards
always seem to point you toward:
Watch again while they
keep float-walking on air
around that glassy-tiled bend...
And away -
and the meaning is lost to light
because they know you don't
really know the secret, either.
A lot like those other two poems;
Think: who really wants to read
Drama's Own Epic every night?
Well, don't have a worry, but do
take some care:
they weren't half this alive -
if not quite there.