Thursday, May 4, 2023

PESSIMYSTIC POEM

          I once asked a bird,
          how is it that you fly
          in this gravity of darkness?
          The bird responded, "Love lifts me."
               ―Hāfez

No offense 
to Hāfez, 

but it isn't 
down to romance; 

it's this abusive way 
The Possible 

is constantly  
confounding 

and pushing around 
The Actual 

that transmutes, 
in the dusklight, 

the next swarming 
of grackles 

from rolling 
annoyance

to four-
dimensional dance.