Sunday, 19 February 2012

In Mind

(the 19th of February, 2012)

The mind is a child at play
Boundlessly vivacious
Then bored
Throws smaller toys
On the floor – to be swept away
He gestures the loss by opening up a
Circle with both hands,
An invisible container of puzzlement, grief
The entire body is called upon
To pronounce rigor mortis
Uncertain of its age
It will keep asking for a place and a time
It moves on to grander projects
The basic facts of birth and death
Never owned
Swallowed whole
In the arms of the grandmother
Hailing rides at dawn
Mischievous
“Now pretend you are sick
And lay your head on my shoulder”

Or, crushing,
“You should have known better
You’re that much older.”

The huge leap
Required
To recognize one’s face in the mirror
Goes un-noticed
The quiet enterprise of creating a self-story
Un-heard
The maverick testing of wit
Stealing money for sweets
Sneaking away for a swim in the river
Was found out
And crushed.

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