Monday, August 7, 2017

When This Poem Began

Consummation –
devoutly to be wished –
this slippery evasion:
to let the yearning be
its own reward –
less grasping-after
than a moving-toward! –

No, that's not what
it wanted to be.

When this poem began
like Pinocchio
to turn from an 'it' to a 'he',
I was tempted to trade it
for something more
neatly aligned with
my own kind of poetry.

But then it reminded me:
"I am a pilgrim!
And I tread the road to joy."

It's a good little boy.
Tell us someday
if he made it.


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