what if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer’s lie
-E.E. Cummings
“You’re not the same as you were before…You were much more… muchier… you’ve lost your muchness.”
–The Mad Hatter
::
okay,
we wanted more
(it’s true),
than all this breeze, this gathered
blue. these stars.
we wanted Mars. we asked for
moon. we strive and steal
and fly to go exceedingly
abundantly
beyond.
we’re fond of plus. and super
-sizing. and surmising what
might happen if. may bounty
flow,
though we may not know
what to do with all of it. We
call our
-selves #blessed when things
are good, and stressed when
they sway
less.
but consider the wild
(the flowers, the fowl)
and the truth becomes
(you know how) clear
,
this bloom is enough.
this hour is sacred.
this slant of light
is the just-right curve
of a smile. this mile
might be the first,
might be the best,
might be the last.
let’s just hold hands
and know it is enough.
::
In April, we poem.
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