March Poem
If yesterday was looking into the future,
Then today is the liberation of the past,
For what I have seen is more then good,
Enough in fact to shield my eyes against
Those things I once wished to happen- as
If god had said step once then no more.
To hesitate now before the one great leap,
To ask, looking up and down, was that a
Bitter taste or sweet, is to take a big shoe
And some souls that bleed along for a ride
Upon a stage where the first and only act
Is to mark the time that never did happen.
Somehow it feels good now, as if the sun,
Whose fires once only burned and chafed,
Now shine upon a hidden blue glacial pool,
And only now begin to heat the wakening
Curls of laughter who like children chase
Fire flies singing midnight dreams of love.
It was always good but also with that great
Conjugation also always not good which is
Sort of just saying tomorrow never quite
Arrived with the same intensity as the epic
Battles whose unfolding logistics marched
Across the sinking fields of our universe.
Love, that great mystic velveteen rabbit,
Was never us nor never for us- for vainly
We waited to receive him at our doorstep
When all along he was inside hiding in
The attic of our imaginations asking not
To be discovered but to be taken care of.
What can not be protected must then be
Liberated, to be a slave to this is not worthy
Of she I love. Go then with kisses of peace
Scored upon your lovely palms, carry them
With you until you find that garden we were
Looking for, their seeds a future will bring.
Copyright © Yorn Called | Year Posted 2015
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