Standing, strident, and visible Somehow unseen, unheard. Unnoticed and unknown. Or simply unremarked. One plus one equals two Can addition be made From digits unseen? From actions unknown? Without fingers to buttons, No results are calculated. Without fingers to keys Or vibrations to chords, No stories are told. Two and two are four, But one unseen equals three. Sets of two is two, and Sets of four is one. Answers change As angles shift. Standing Unseen Unknown Untrue?
A once-orderly canal: Directing and controlling, Employing the power And might of the waters. Now abandoned, unkempt But still visible, remembered, Becomes more hazardous Than an always-wild river. Old expecations defied With sudden currents And hidden hazards.
Carefully arrange notes: Creating and relieving tension, Conveying and building feelings, Constructing a story, and Empowering words. Providing comfort, joy, release - Whatever can be conceived: An art of sound.
A strong foundation To all appearances: Any fissures or flaws Well-hidden behind concrete Reinforced by steel. Until the hammers. From the largest sledges To the little ball peens To the smallest colossus That fires the shot. Blow after blow In unending succession. Most too small, Too weak to damage In a single strike, Yet flaw-enhancing, Fissure-widening When applied in barrage. And scattered throughout, With no warning or reason, The bone-shattering. The world-shaking. The mortar fire that Slices through And carves out The inner steel In erratic paths. Leaving fragments
A shining whiteness
Pushing past tightly closed blinds:
The first sign of snow.
A meeting, a book,
A blink of the eye:
In a seeming instant,
Hours go by.
Or days or weeks
Or months or years.
Like a magician’s trick:
A life in mirrors.