Resolution:
The Passing Year
Bare
wet branches grid a pale westerly sky
a "Hail Mary" pass sails across the air waves
clustered rose hip tips cheer denuded stalks
last year's yard litter raked by oblique rays
snug green nubs of suspended vegetation
tethered to their lengthening shadows
burnished horizon outlines the forested ridge
the smoky glow feathering a sharper edge
no one moment announced the stirring year
it began with the very first bowl of morning
it stretched itself into the waning day
and early evening with one more game to play
just one religious experience after another
door of night opens onto corridor of tomorrow
a football's lobbed lazily above a fence line
distant voice murmurs of a twilit neighborhood
street light readies itself with spasmodic flash
someone's tiny dog unwinds in tight sharp barks
or the eerie buzz of an airplane's widening gyre
this coincidence of moments uncurls with resolution
and such speed that I find myself here once again
Diamond
In the Rough
Violence
is just a sex substitute
friendship is those thousand
tiny betrayals
overlooked
the long
arm of the law of diminishing returns
just caught up with me
call my lawyer quick
after
health insurance legal insurance
otherwise known as
The Big Professional Payoff
everyone is on the take
eventually it works out for the best
we pay our taxes to ourselves
what's left of us
the organism regulates itself
we all feel in our bones
but are in full blown denial
don't
despair
repair
heirs
to the mysterious power of discontinuity
and settle
for the relationship of one
map deep attachments
uncover the hieroglyphics of the psyche
a synapse of pixels
get the picture
it's the beauty of the particular
attended to in passing
whose sum is a memory
an exquisite sample
there
importance loses its touch
the equality of a jelly doughnut
to the Hope
diamond
music in the air
settle for that
Where
the Heart's Concerned
All this
self-examination has made me raw
set on edge by my own complexity
to suffer from a hypochondria of the spirit
even glib optimism can't often dispel
so that I have to springboard past caring
a triple
double twist
perfect nose dive
into the wet sponge that is my anima
that
is my own applause I hear
it's
like a tiny door in my heart opened
out steps a little guy and takes a bow
finally acknowledged the romantic in me
down swings a trapeze
and I'm flying through the air
with the greatest of ease
head over heels
as if I'd invented
it
if I
believed in any of this
I could go on to be normal
instead
life isn't easy where the heart's concerned
and I've been in love too little too long
I have
to laugh to stay serious
the poet as joker
though priestly notions try to repress humor
this mocking skeletal frolic
takes each step
as a celebration of passing
and of the return
heel toe heel
(which time will wound)
grim but graceful
I knock on wood
scattered
sunshine in the forecast
"the hassles of the day make a real mess of me"
Chrissie Hynde sings in my ears
preoccupied by the danger signals
of a terminal existence
everything on the line
which is the very
very edge
and as much as I try
can't stumble
forward
while falling backwards is so simple
I can never catch up with myself
always a little off register
the dance
macabre of a dying star
makes its effects felt across eons
multiplied by a room full of mirrors
and dominates the headlines
the heart
more direct
it's live
not Memorex
the thrumming of wings as it soars
leaves behind every care
as well as good sense judgment
duty and responsibility
slips the bonds of certain gravity
no verifications
of levitation
you say
ever heard the expression
walking on air
have you talked to a man in love
("has a man in love ever talked?"
being an entirely different matter)
emotion
requires a song to escape
its captivity in the cavity of the heart
and so in the karaoke bar of my privacy
I wail out my lungs with maudlin sentiment
suddenly overwhelmingly meaningful
in meditation
the self flows out
so every thing that was kept out can flow in
I experience displacement
that which was heavy is now light
that which is light becomes heavy and must
trade with the heavy which is now light
the logic of push and pull populates the world
"is this
love that I'm feeling"
is not really a question
because if you gotta ask
you got it bad