Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Parable in Dying Light

In the early evening light
the shadows of the ants working 
with bewildering speed
in and out of a hole
in the hard dirt 
beside by my driveway

stretch away for
seeming miles across the sand
as if their lives and work
meant something

even the sand grains 
stand like mighty quartz
monuments 
to an epic race

I could say that Claude Monet fella
was onto something and
to hell with each and every one of you
middlebrow twits congratulating yourselves
for getting the joke

A fleeting moment
of eternal truth
gone with the fading light

dead to time
alive in memory
and fading with equally
insignificant me:

This is the holy paradox
the lesson I will own
in time for my 
last sundown.
















from the forthcoming collection Nymphomagic Electroshock & Other Middle-Aged Complaints (2017)