Birthday 2018: Creative Platypus
Birthday 2018
Today is my birthday
On this day was Cassius born
I write my life in bricolage
Of Autumn leaves
and poems for persons
That I meet
(real and unreal)
Who shimmer
Whether all alone on the
Forest floor
or grandly swaying on
the tree
When God turns all the
Hills to gumdrops in
New England.
I cannot see the Whole
but only in parts as
The Apostle says:
Through a glass and darkly.
Each part considered
Carefully connects back
To the branch from which
It fell at that first
Moment of Creation.
My life remains a pile of
Leaves; Sybiline Books
of prophecy
-a child's jump and
the meaning's gone-
The Meaning and the
Moment missed.
Today is my birthday
On this day was Cassius born
I write my life in bricolage
Of Autumn leaves
and poems for persons
That I meet
(real and unreal)
Who shimmer
Whether all alone on the
Forest floor
or grandly swaying on
the tree
When God turns all the
Hills to gumdrops in
New England.
I cannot see the Whole
but only in parts as
The Apostle says:
Through a glass and darkly.
Each part considered
Carefully connects back
To the branch from which
It fell at that first
Moment of Creation.
My life remains a pile of
Leaves; Sybiline Books
of prophecy
-a child's jump and
the meaning's gone-
The Meaning and the
Moment missed.
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