Window Gazing
Raising your vision
to survey the ascent of man,
the blocked-up struct
of human accomplishment,
would you look to the Left ?
Notice that bird of paradise
perching, gazing expectantly
into some ancient
Tree of Knowledge?
. . . Searching for the answer,
maybe some
Edenic narrative
to inspire and instruct mankind . . .
or conversely,
some Hegelian dialect
to direct us toward
proletariat paradise?
Or would you shift your attention
to the other side, the Right side
of that shuttered-up bay . . .
we notice human endeavor,
catching sight of that
catty predator who lurks
to pounce upon us
to take control of us
by catnip pharmakia, or
aphrodesiac spell, or
if push comes to shove,
brutal raw violent power?!
. . .
Either way you look at it
will you descend into the darkness of
merely human wishful thinking?
toward indeterminable destiny,
the luck of the draw or,
To recall an old song:
Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right, here I am
stuck in the middle with you.
But but but. . . is that all there is?!
in the nether regions of the deep
in the dark boarded-up thanatos of
human endeavor we
find, ‘zounds!, the worst fate of all:
to be shuttered,
boarded up, abandoned
in the lower regions of the world
never again to be noticed
by the citizens of this world,
passersby. Damn!
Wait a minute. I remember someth . .
might be a time to
look up!
Selah!
Behold!
I show you a mystery.
We shall not all sleep,
but we shall all be changed,
in a moment, in the twinkling
of an eye. . .
It could happen: a better world
up there somewhere.
Believe or Not!
