
Calmer

The backdrop of morning
The dew on the grass
The chirping of blackcaps
the sunlight of brass
An odd recollection
I’ve been here before
A toddler now walking
Through the back door
That small right leaning slash between your words
Reminds me of the tower of Pisa
Except much smaller in dimension
a reminder of our failings
Still, one of the largest tourist attractions
Perhaps we go to be reassured it hasn’t fallen and to wonder
Does it stand by the power of mercy
Or our sheer resistance to impermanence?
Perhaps they are the same thing disguised in different letters/meanings/judgements
As a tourist attraction, I’ll give it an “A”
Untie your words from the post of fabricated context and let them rest where they will.
“Tell me what I need to know”, seems a common prayer
It allows a scapegoat clause
Written in somewhere
If it’s wrong you are the snake
And crawl beneath my feet
Keeps me elevated
Just like wine and wheat
I am still a good one
Faithful to the core
Here, please eat my apple
Live forever more.
The armor of women
Is not made of steel
Never so rigid
More of a feel
Smoother than satin
Softer than fur
Hides imperfections
Under a purr
And the one weak spot
That is concealed
Is revealed with kisses
Vows that are sealed
I see the night
I see the day
I see a little bit of each
In each today
They seem opposed
Still at this point
We can see the writing
Here
Upon this page
You will be limited by your language
And you will hear its voice
In your head
And you will judge it
As it has judged you
It will write your life
And you will defend it
With that life
Because it is written
As a law
The picture is poem
The colors and hues
The tones and the textures
All there to bemuse
Set in high country
With vistas galore
Some will now pause there
And need to adore