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?
do you hide
in grandmother’s cupboard
behind the cornstarch and paprika,
crumpled and forgotten
beside the dried mint in a twisted
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,
whose heart cannot contain
the hurricane of peaceful bliss
that is an open ocean?
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?
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.