Vast Vast mystery!
(so to speak)
it seems that our every rambling turn
each wise or benevolent action
(say giving an apricot to a tiny black girl)
every nasty vanity
(the authoritarian lecture,
the excess tequilla shot):
oft comes like an exotic flock of birds
to a remote chain of islands,
devouring and growing,
dropping new seeds in fertile mud
(to transform the jungle:
to bring nourishing fruits
or devastating famine)
Vast Mystery!!
What wisdom can a man attain?
Alone, no more than a sparrow,
(say, a deference to providence.)
But breaking bread at a round table of scholarship,
strolling, wondering, and talking amid clean woodlands,
listening to myriad birds singing cheerily,
taking a lesson from the careful, careless honeybees:
To be belittled and accepted by towering trees!
(here or there or there on the Globe)
vast, vast mystery!
to look up at the starry dome,
unable to really See!
over there: winged, beaked men
share peace, land, and seeds;
and there is Zome, slaughterously imposing order
on zeltic Britain;
there!, a herder of grazing beasts performs literature
(not Blake or "Paradise Lost")
to a tired but fascinated fireside.
* *
REM's "losing my religion,"
a so fresh spinach salad with diced carrot
and blood red radishes plus sweet ranch dressing completed
with a hearty grind of pepper,
spiraling! the pig-skin with a trustworthy cat:
These are a few of my favorite things.
**
Think of those innocent, straggly 49ers!:
lean struggle being personal,
before Auschwitz,
before Kaiser and yawning trench graves,
before hellish, seedless oranges,
and dragon-scales concealed in computer bits:
yea, before cookie-cutter bacon pigs.
**
There I was,
listening to Billy Joel's "River of Dreams,"
contemplating a tear or a smirk,
a chubbily nubile Thai damsel sleeping on the bed,
two large fans teleporting the north to us...
whatever
**
after the cyborg hurricane,
somehow the world woke up this morning;
the sun shone through the utopia blue sky
rays bounced off the squirrel's tail as he made his rounds
through the university's maples and oaks;
rays were soaked up by solar panels,
journeyed through a dorm,
heated up coffee from Zaire:
rays rattled out the speakers subreally echoing
Robert Johnson singing: "I been down to the crossroads!!"-
the coffee tasted great to the engineering student,
she pushed back her young, reddish hair
**
Say, what do you think
what do you think, bedigged reader?!
**
"uncertainty, danger, merriless frivolity, insipid learning, Mountain Dew commercials:"
this is a very raw appromiximation of the true cancer,
the new black plague that looms
**
Me recommends you try juggling,
particularly if you struggle with theological issues
or for wholesome activity on weekends;
to learn, try try two balls in one hand
