A Bit of a Truth

Someplace a bit of a truth is emerging
Always one of the dotards creaking out of his armchair
Why this odd burst of activity? To go where, wayward?
No more short-term memory
Nothing but golden past
But still whims inside the nursing home.

No use this truth
Should have learned this before, now
It’s too late. Wouldn’t even find the bathroom without guidance.

Oh unravel oh unfold thou wizened bit, ballooning
Up into a hunk of a hope and so regain that past
Youth more implicit than ever, returning giddy spark.
This will happen tomorrow, yes, quite; in the oncoming world
Amid the timeless airy angels
_________________________Just as
_________________________________For the nonce
Under the ministering eye of a curt and
Clinical guardian nurse who omnisciently
Knows and will show you the way to the can and then
Follow your scuff to help pull them all down while
Addressing you as ‘we’, plunging into cosmic oneness
What there is of it, last―and first―herald of truth.


January 13, 2011