opportunity

27 August 2012 § Leave a comment

where is opportunity?
     does it follow its master,
               lead about on a rope
               for passers-by to smile at
                                           or pat on the head
                                           or ask questions about?

opportunity,
      do you hide
               in grandmother’s cupboard
      behind the cornstarch and paprika,
               crumpled and forgotten
            beside the dried mint in a twisted
                                                                 brown-paper bag?

is opportunity
           out at sea?
                   on a small sailing-vessel
                   playing in the rigging,
                           trailing behind into the saltbody,
                   combing with frivolous
                           and invisible fingers
                        the long, stringy, wind-ravished hair
                          of the young wife
                        of the silver-haired, linen-trousered,
                        tanned-wrinkle-squinting tycoon
                   whose heart cannot contain
                   the hurricane of peaceful bliss
                   that is an open ocean?

opportunity,
       is that you hiding
                    behind the soulful eyes of a stranger,
               filling heads with notions,
               giving novelists a firework of inspiration,
            letting the young man hold in his mind
                                             a strength, a woman,
           and the child in her heart
                                             a beauty, untainted hope,
         blooming optimistic into reality of meetings
                     and cups of coffee
                     and the sharing of lemon custards?

picturesque
      is the curve of an egg in the carton,
           the wind-ripple of a llama’s fancy fur,
    the swells and valleys of the syncopated sine curve
          of music in my life,
                           in my brain;
and the way my questions go unanswered

but i keep breathing, don’t you?
i keep breathing.

 

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