Poetry Friday - it is not

it is not

when all the world is in love
when all the world is in heat
heads bent to hear the music
of one another's heartbeat

and all the trees drip posies
for tomorrow and tomorrow
to walk on, a promenade of hopefulness

and the sun and the sky smile
on the lovers, on the families
on the babies with their creaky legs
and amazed faces

i will remain the instrument
the hermit, the jester, the monastic clown
who plays the wedding march
who scatters poesies at the marchers' feet

who blesses all the nodding couples
who blesses the future's bright mystery
who looks on the promised land from the mountaintop
and turns his back on it
lest he turn into a pillar of salt

September 10-20, 1977

Poetry Friday - it is not

it is notwhen all the world is in lovewhen all the world is in heatheads bent to hear the musicof one another's heartbeatand all the trees drip posiesfor tomorrow and tomorrowto walk on, a promenade of hopefulnessand the sun and the sky smileon the lovers, on the familieson the babies with their creaky legsand amazed facesi will remain the instrumentthe hermit, the jester, the monastic clownwho

Poetry Friday - it is not

it is notwhen all the world is in lovewhen all the world is in heatheads bent to hear the musicof one another's heartbeatand all the trees drip posiesfor tomorrow and tomorrowto walk on, a promenade of hopefulnessand the sun and the sky smileon the lovers, on the familieson the babies with their creaky legsand amazed facesi will remain the instrumentthe hermit, the jester, the monastic clownwho