POISONED DAY AGAIN
other words
escape us
we see the things
within the world
which some demand
in writing
but can not touch
close enough to grasp
the play of light,
the flight of birds,
the motion of the wind
traced upon the water;
these we see
and open to
but for our words
there is no connection
the things we know
are deep within
the zone of stress,
of fear, of rage,
and in the place
of abstract forms
which lies beneath
these dreams
so patterns shift
and meaning gels
into duration
and location
and yet somehow
nothing has changed
the outside's poisoned
day again
what is attained
is not enough
for us to sense achievement
too many musts
too much demand
and not enough
of what we need
is stasis in this world
- Brendan Tripp
09/26/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp