Saturday, March 19, 2016


This one stands on its own.

I used to think
If I found
The one right spot.
It would have me.
I would have it.
The world
Does not provide things
In ones.
To be sure
That is how we focus:
One thing at a time
Everything comes
With tag-alongs
There is no such purity
Look behind anyone,
Look in front
Of anyone,
There is some version
Of a singing monkey
With a rakish purple hat,
Crashing cymbals.
We can pretend the monkey
Isn’t there
If we plug our ears
Cover our eyes
But then we’ll miss
The elephant
Leading the parade.

No comments:

Post a Comment