No Farther Tonight

New Poem.

As there are so many stories
in which nothing happens
either good or bad to anyone —

once upon a time,
etc., etc., 
everyone went to bed
and got up the next day
and they all lived
repetitively ever after — 

I will stop here and read no farther
tonight,
hoping the next page I turn

will offer the grand head of a lion
roaring in the middle of Main Street
while stars come down
from the day-bright sky
and dim themselves
to glow feebly around the lion
in honor of that sound.

I want to be in that story
evermore —
embedded in the midst of 

the roaring of a lion
surrounded by
a miracle of
humility before
the extraordinary.