..
I’m most prone to fall into a meaning-mire when I’m down;
it’s then I look to stars as if they might
adorn my chest with ribbons
(awards for cosmic misunderstanding)
then will I win the Medal of The Unknown Silence
instead of persistently hammering my head in the
machine moment, overlooking the bliss of laugh,
or of tending the scrape of a daughter’s
wound of hand or heart, feeding a mouth,
shoeing a foot, taking little, spewing less,
head in clouds feet in mud, chewing cud
as if there were some greater truth
more sublime, more holy,
more worthy of wonder
than that found here
in wheels and screens
and wires and gears, dreams,
desire, tenderness, laughter, tears,
in simple love
.
by Jim Culleny
8/12/11
Blink 