by M.M. Kolf
“Are you there?”
Cried the lost poet
“Can you hear us?”
He shouted
His voice resonated throughout heaven
And a reed whispered in the breeze
“If you only knew…”
The poet wondered how to rid himself of his great aloneness
He shoved aside agents sent from the Great Poet
Calling them myth
He tried to reach for the sky
A rice paper barrier
(Sky blue underneath, universe black above)
But his physical body was too short
His spirit, which could soar, he denied
He wept for the blindness he felt toward what he longed to see
And for the concrete wall that kept him from what he longed to feel
The great river of life, crystal clear
Flowed from The Father’s throne
Many colors issued from the water as it neared him
Colors that were a gift to the poet
A gift he fiercely claimed as
Of his own making
