Sparks off the Main Strike
In all the poems of a poet’s work there’s the impulse to get to the bottom of things, to the original energy pulse, the…
There’s a chair that whoever sits in it
becomes less proud
Grocery bags tumble their contents
out on the ground
Buildings reflect more sunlight
There’s a doorway that whoever stands in it
becomes more transparent
God’s Light shines through
The rooms we go from and the rooms we
go to are the same
full of illuminated furniture and
wise beings and intelligent conversation
And whoever goes through that door
leaves all concern for this world
behind
And whoever enters our rooms after
going through that door
has nothing but light in their hearts
put there from the beginning of time
which shines everywhere
5/27/08 (from Sparks Off the Main Strike)