To sacrifice smarts for wisdom
Simplicity the gift, the dream of the ages
All these lines evolve into something greater than themselves
Greatness intrinsic to the word-seeds
If you could love a perfect prophet then you know love
Utopian for beginners: how amusing watching intelligence discover poetry!
Seeing –and feeling—the world come finally alive
Leaving its jargon to the noise of the womb,
Theories for afterbirth
What is the difference between a poem and a thought?
(This is neither, but a question.)
And to go searching online is to open Pandora’s jar
Of flies and I know why the sons and daughters of God
Or haven’t been born;
There will come a nostalgic moment when things are good and warm
But I’ll gently miss the deep winter when the silent conversations with my Lord
Were my only currency;
In which I will always have trusted.
©Amaya Engleking, 2012