Unawares

      I lived unaware for a time
      (I have to admit it)
      Unconscious in a casual castle
      Sipping livid Glenlivit;
5     I was deaf to the daily curses
      Of incontinent scullery maids,
      And recognized not the stable boys'
      Disingenuous praise.
      As lazy time lolled on
10    From here and now to gone
      A private contentedness
      And not extant catastrophe was
      What I secretly counted on.
      And all that time, you
15    Looked over the lifeboats
      Tested and prepped the crew,
      Gauging the drop-height
      From the second story window
      In case of fire or flight.
20    I was smoking cigarettes
      In bed, getting girls up for a chat
      While tanning in a deckchair,
      Eyeing the hostess on the sly,
      And all that.
25    But you had long before departed.
      The hallway echoed with your passage
      As dawn or noon or night invited
      The memory of your visage.
      You had left like a bell
30    That rings only in memory,
      Or how a tale told in childhood
      Retold is a story today.
      The hearing ear is fooled
      By a wrongful kindness of the mind
35    Whose generous assistance molds
      Everything it finds.
      You are silent, absent and afar
      Indifferent and unreachable
      As a collapsing star.
40    Quietly busy ostensibly
      In an alternate universe
      For your light still spills
      Some length of years at ease
      In at every sill.
45    Ships and compasses
      Still rely on the light,
      Having been forged in your presence
      And wandering still in the night.
      But one day your light, having left,
50    Will leave us of light bereft.
      And yet you return, return
      In all the days of my thought
      As if there were no now and then
      As if mercury cornered stayed caught.
55    And yet you return, return
      Like an agile ellipsoid mobile
      About your own center you turn
      Presenting new angles the while,
      New facets and faces revealed,
60    But really always and beautifully centered.
      Maybe I too am centered, I too,
      But more orbitally arranged
      Fixed on a spar of you
      From your central largeness estranged
65    As when Earth to dawn has come
      Halfblind in the sun.

 

From the collection "The Sword Inside"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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