Selected Poems
The Well of Being (JP. Weill)
We will walk through this life
as handfuls of borrowed stardust
leak from our torn pants pockets.
Breadcrumbs to find our way home.
We walk alone. A tethered puppet
bearing a shoulder wood yoke.
A pair of open-door lantern cages
both full of squawking black birds.
Cages swing at the end of our hands.
Blackbirds flap, wrestle and argue.
We are nearly driven mad by the struggle.
As balance and weight always change.
Some escape, others return, reasons unknown.
In and out, back and forth, out and in.
Perhaps to dine on our spilled, lost stardust.
Come and follow, beggars both.
as handfuls of borrowed stardust
leak from our torn pants pockets.
Breadcrumbs to find our way home.
We walk alone. A tethered puppet
bearing a shoulder wood yoke.
A pair of open-door lantern cages
both full of squawking black birds.
Cages swing at the end of our hands.
Blackbirds flap, wrestle and argue.
We are nearly driven mad by the struggle.
As balance and weight always change.
Some escape, others return, reasons unknown.
In and out, back and forth, out and in.
Perhaps to dine on our spilled, lost stardust.
Come and follow, beggars both.
