Poem: More Stars

 

More Stars

i wish bat wings
were my sinews,
that i could leapfrog time
and skip space.

if only Muses would applaud
in the facets of clouds,
metamorphosing
to hear.

and if my mind
could save worthy thoughts
from floods of noise, like an Ark--

but i plod along instead--

a golem of chore,
love’s grim stranger.

to feel is not to be.
to know there are more stars
than choices.

to watch god rise slowly
and turn away.

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This poem was originally published in Carcinogenic Poetry in 2010.  I am trying to consolidate my work here.  I'd like to post some new poems, but I am bogged down grading papers and will be until late December.  Maybe some night I'll find an eye in the haze.