Daily Archives: November 8, 2018

Wordplay

Heavy tongues laden
with brutal, baroque words;
I lose time among them,
must heave them to the sides
of this trail I’m forced to build.

I don’t have
the breath for this.
I don’t have
the heart to tell the language
to shorten and purify.

Not to suggest that
there is no value 
to the thicket. 
Not to suggest
that there are no spells
that work better magic through
extension and complexity.

As much beauty as I can find
from time to time

in that tangle

more can be found
in the spare land
beyond it;

I am older now,
weary from wordplay,

and what I seek most
from a journey now

is destination.


Awash

When we
get to the end
we likely won’t even notice.

We have been waiting
for so long we have forgotten
that tides often come in

slowly. If you do not
pay attention you will
find yourself far from shore

on a rock awash in danger
and it will be done
before you recognize it.

This swamp
will become lagoon and then
open ocean so gently

that we will see it
only when we are
almost drowned. 

We expect a tsunami 
but it will be erosion
that drags us fatally down.

In the end we will not only
not see it coming, we will not admit
we are in fact gone.

In fact,
let us say it:
we are in fact gone. Notice

how hard it has become
to breathe. Notice how cold
and dense the world has become.