Sunday, August 3, 2025

Rejected


Dejected poets stand beside 
  the cliff dividing 
  sea from shore and fold 
rejected poems to gliders 
  that fly high then sink: 
  slide slowly to the 
  sea and melt like puddles in the sand 
reflecting thoughts that never made it 
  to the pages that they tore 
  from pads of paper filled with words that poured in streams that flowed like rivers to the 
  sea only to vaporize:
a mist of letters, floating down 
to land and calcify inside a shell,
 imprinting thoughts they feared 
no one would ever hear.

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Unmet expectations

I’ve read so many books in which 
The characters describe with pain 
What disappointments they have been to their parents 
That I’ve begun to wonder 
If it might be that the Jesus myth’s at fault: 
That knowing that poor Mary — 
Who wasn’t even married — 
Could give birth to the savior of the universe, 
Each parent, pregnant, then develops expectations 
That each child must inevitably not meet. 
And then, when they’re born, 
And we see those bright eyes, 
Taking everything in, and learning so quickly, 
We project into the future and begin to imagine 
How much they could accomplish 
With all that intelligence, 

Taking each new small learning 
And extrapolating potential into miracles 
That, unhampered by the stuff that held US back, 
They might achieve, as we, like sweepers 
In the curling rink of life, brush away, 
That they might have a clear path to success.