Drag
this lectern to the other edge;
in any case
words will not be enough.
These words will taper off
and simplify his deeds.
He's not a regent
with diadems
who has
fallen off the map.
There are far too many folks,
far too many ways
that fathom
these worldly positions.
None to
add the common,
humble dye
to his omnibus.
***
If his hands cup the world
it must be a spectacle of words.
The nightingale's song must
grace the moment.
A community's irreducible
presence
must go with it.
There are far too many
songs to reach out with
but none with the fathoms
to show him
as he is.
***
Take the lectern
to the farthest edge
of the auditorium.
He is here.
He will be
reading
from the back rows
and
the surge
will
be incidental.
Fathom
not the
Bard's
irrefutable
charms.
***
YOU ARE READING
WORDS ON THE HORIZON
PoetryI present to you my new collection of poems which will be reflective of my present states of mind and compel me to translate my deepest desires and waves of thoughts, brimming with emotions. ...
