Magical Solution

—for H.W. who planted the seed of this in my brain

I’m on the lookout for a short poem

free of the art of explanation

One that says in a word or two
what’s up

I’m looking for a non-treatise
that gnaws on the bone

One as silent as the moment of revelation
when you see you are with the multitude, alone

This poem would key to the moment
in which written:

tell the story, whether
sordid or sublime of the meat you
dined upon while sipping  
the magical solution
of time

Jim Culleny