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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