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Would Joy Pervade Us?
What if the machinery of time were just a little motor somewhere like one of those Erector Set motors behind a little curtain …
Not a moment can be squandered
not a moment can be lost
Grab the rope and swing out
over the abyss
“What rope?” you say
when there are
ropes all around us
dangling at our elbows and lying in
coils at our feet
But invisible to our visible eyes
Our eyes must quit the visible
to see them
They swing in frayed joyance
between visible trees
and if grabbing them proves problematic
just leap in their direction
and you’ll catch the catch that catches you
the rope that love flings
What am I saying? No
rope no trees no cliffs
No abyss
but this!
Our heart’s enough to take us
to the goal
Our hearts surround
incalculable bliss
1/13/09 (from Stretched Out on Amethysts)
Categories: Poems