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.