Choose the Day
I write about the world I haven’t seen
What else is there to do
Places in photographs and other images
Bits of sound that cannot spark a memory
But will become a recollection
A safe recalling of details
But if I don’t take in the world this way
And stultify my senses
What good
Is all the patter in my head
The galloping the heart takes
The state of caring for unknown
Sibling places of my own
The people I am
One of
In striving above the rim
Of need
That cries and presses
Issues that are real
Eschewing abstract
I care as if I know
You, too
We are species-creatures, after all
Created with a will
To have overwhelm compunction to go through it
Each of us, our discrete ways
To manage each cosmos
Of consequences
All of which to say, it happens
Over the China Sea, I
Breathe it here
The cyclone ruinous in northern Australia
Abandons me as well
You see me in another room
We add dimension
We have
The future of each other
Hazelnut or a grain of sand—the
Molecule metaphor of
Julian or Blake
The making of a world we can contain
Not to box the heart
But render viable the sanity
Of conviction in the worldly act
Perception’s generosity
Minds alert
Ready
We act
C L Couch
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