BY THIS AUTHOR
Grand Profession
“but now alas,
All measure, and all language, I should pass,
Should I tell what a miracle she was”
June
We arranged the chess pieces
on a silver serving tray
as a mingled array of white and black
for corresponding squares - so that,
despite my efforts, the Queen could not attack...
The Space of a Week
What a miracle of creation it is:
An upheaval between the space of a week.
To stumble from a Saturday,
and discover, when the head levels,
a rebirth, and the most intricate and tangled task.
It is a charge to fathom,
what made the mind a nomad?
What caused this quest for a freshly planted frontier?
Why pace like a madman, with a speed of
a love song,
through storms for the slight hope of fractions of a new sun?
Why, on the count of seven,
did I envision myself by a riverside of a high heaven,
and then discover my meagre gifts,
staring at a door engraved with threats of wastelands familiarly barren.
By JPV
Copyright February 2006