Curtain Stock
Poetry
Suppose forever was a trap; have you fallen?
Suppose always didn’t mean a thing, could you see?
If I landed bruised and battered upon your door, would you open it?
How long would you wait?
If I asked you to feed, not with bread but with a smile, would you?
If I pushed the curtain with a finger, would it change your shade of light and shadow?
If I played a tune that broke the break of dawn, would it ease the tightness in your chest?
I gave you the key to the door you seek. Do you remember?
If I had all these answers and more and could return you back to how it was before, would you look up and believe, or look down to determine?
What is the measure of a man or woman if not right here and right now? How long will you stay in discomfort?
No mysteries to be solved, no questions to answer as there is nothing new under the sun, and memories bend as do dreams.
It was but a dream then.
Go to sleep now.
Sleep.
Sleep.
Wake now, as the morning hour has come and the earth has turned.
Start new.
Wake to the laughter of children.
Do you hear their voices ringing?
Leave yesterday’s yoke where it lies with the aches of some old heartache birthed before you were born.
You know better now.
Shape the earth and mold the clay with hope.
Water the place you live & create something beautiful.
Nourish those who stand upon your feet.
Tug the outstretched leaves to feel again.
Climb with ease.
Rise in peaceful defiance of what was.
See like a child again. Breathe again.
Roar like a lion and love like a puppy.
Hug dearest ones.
Be glad.
The storm has passed you by.
Don’t miss this new chance to dance in Daylight & delight in Moonlight.
