carpe diem you spring canaries! you
miser's ministers drawing closed
the curtains on the new mint-
ed day. how easily you step
aside
back
out
with
draw
ab
stain
remove your
selves from any risk taking
chances stepping in
side front and
center with
us
me
our go
ahead!
i'll walk alone, out of earshot, and
treasure dust for honesty.
better yet, i'll fly to stronger wings than
yours, you flapping lips, you phantasmal
featherweights, and leave you to your
own devices of self-service and
obdurate loyalty to be pre-
served like corks in a bottle.
me? i've got no background no
retreat no hallowed palace
full of old companions to
sustain me if i turn away
from a hand out-
stretched to
take my
own,
so
i
piece together a
constellation of bright-eyed
polestars to guide my steps
through weedy fields
of indifferent
strangers
to
teach me how to love! how to
appreciate the human capacity for being
in a state of grace, how to lift my eyes
beyond the universal accident that un-
folds ever outward in waves of chance
and portent, like hands grasping
(take my hand)
and let-
ting
go
and grasp-
ing other hands
until love fills in the gaps left
behind by the rearing of apes by apes,
until there are no broken souls,
until there are no wounds too deep to heal,
until we can release each other's pain with
an unwavering gaze, a word, a touch, until
no one of us is ever again pierced by the sin-
gular agony of forsaken loneliness. so
come talk to me. walk with me.
we're kin. for a moment. for-
ever.
for
now.
April 17, 2021
