Saint Julian Press Poet
I have been waiting years to tell you.
And now you are, as you have always been.
I see the deliberate trail you have left
Among the hostas, the day lilies, the not–yet.
The way you look down and back,
As if all our past were just that trail.
And it was. You have stepped out of all
The simulacra that you were at just
The moment I stepped out of mine.
So. Lately I have wondered at the way
Poems so imperfectly stand in—not
Something. The way poems are not.
And here you are. That was not. . .yet
All you needed was to hear me say it.
Today the colors became ashamed.
A mere four days ago. . .But no,
It was over. The green became grey,
And the gold grey, even the street--
Absence of color—went from black
To grey. Shame. The relinquishing
Of an adequate claim upon life, forced
By others, other forces. To what purpose,
Thus, the deep luxuries of navy, sea surface
Full of clouds, or the sensuous allure
Of burgundy? Foretold—“the dark lines
Are about to mount upward and overthrow
The last, firm light line”--I Ching, 23.
Do we turn from prophecy? Not nature.
Although, to be fair, when we fight,
Unlike nature, we do not always acquiesce.
Someone is doomed, not necessarily
The shamed one—Hester Prynne:
“Let God punish! Thou shalt forgive!”
But he did not. That is how he died, as she
Returned to her truth and the turning point:
“The powerful light that has been banished
Returns.” Abject surrender reminds us
In part of the loss, but in part of the terrible
Risk of surrender. Whatever it was, its future
Inhered in what immediately followed, the scarlet
Of the “A” and not the “A,” nor what it meant.
NOW by Thommas
Simmons * ISBN-13: 978-0-9986404-0-2
ISBN 10: 0-9986404-0-9
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