I read my poetry to you
Who look on ready to be merciless?
But smiling away your interior view
Keen to ease my performance stress.
I am ready for the ritual…
The praise, my self-deprecating replies
A human warmth and insincerity jewel
In a brassy crown for rhyming lies
Let me wallow with you for a while
In the mud of this fate...
But…mud made of earth neither putrid nor sterile
On a beautiful planet beyond heaven’s gate…?
I am human.
Sometimes prostrate in the mud of self-obsession
Other times erect in the clay of my humanity
With friends and hands and feet and art I mould my own way.
So, together we can feel that spark, then, an explosion of joys!
For we, risen from stardust,
Can change, our words, and trivial ploys,
As hate changes to love and suspicion to trust.
Makers of decisions, doers of deeds
Owners of selves, deflectors of chaos
We can let our minds range from the infinitesimal to the infinite
And let our hearts soar!
For the great poetry of life unfolds
To charge this infinite forever
We see there is something rather than nothing
And that existence, the ultimate God, triumphs over never.