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(Part of poem, "Coalescence")
I thought I might take a break at this point to look around,
Now that I’m in the business of making things resound.
It’s so nice to have the luxury of being carefree.
If you stop and sit back and try to take in everything,
It stuns you and you can’t focus on anything
Until something crops up, and what will it be?
Whatever’s in front of your face;
Perhaps, tasks at hand;
Being in another person’s place;
Or something random jumping in?
If you do a survey of my telephone calls
(You see, I’ve cheated, this wasn’t my very first thought.
My first thought was about my disease,
The Big Thought, but that’s morbid.)
If you do a survey of my telephone calls,
It’s clear, everyone knows the grimness is here,
And they ask, in order to continue to care,
About the Gorgon that has me in its thrall.
See, now that we’re past that, we’re free to start
Our convo anywhere we want.
I have different things I’d like to give words.
That’s the swirl within the swirl within the swirl.
One: Have you noticed how reveries turn sad,
Even for happy people flush with sap?
Like a red oak’s autumn redness
Every sight is imbued with sadness,
That is, if given leeway. Hey,
Did you hear the story about the duck at the dock?
Normal-looking until it climbed up on a rock
And you could see it wore only one sock.
That bit of verse was a randomizer, so yikes!
Now I have to talk about socks.
More important, I get to show how socks
Are gateways to unnumbered sock-like topics.
One could make museums of socks
That people wear through their lives. I’ve got
Two: black athletics that cover ankles
And compression socks with yellow strips.
They're not like the peds I'd slipped on my feet
To run down Road-to-the-Lake Street
In a day not long ago when I’d been fleet.
Now watch how a revealed mind pings.
The gate on the fleet-footed memory clangs,
And diverts the racing thought to another’s heroism.
And here appear my most dear ones,
Functioning and loving after I’m gone,
And I can feel the loneliness in their hearts, and mine,
And I'm crying. How did I end up in this zone?
You know, it doesn’t matter where I go in this tale.
What matters is giving yet one more demo
Of how it looks to follow currents that twirl
Correspondingly on vastly different levels.
-- Rob Neufeld, 2019