I left the world of the mind
For that of the flesh,
Where they counter what I do
Not what I say.
The wind blows easy from the sea
Today.
The house is quiet. The animals
Are asleep.
The money will be counted whether or not
I speak.
The people listening in hear people
Not ideas,
They reach for the tangible
In my words
Between responsibilities
For the unexamined world.
Down the road not taken, ancient myth
Is scissored up like dolls
And hung out on strings like flags
Or thumbs.
The pressure becomes too great to be responsible for
The lies history told
By stoically telling more, in the full and innocent
Facility of mind.
Once I turned ideas like Zeus hurled bolts,
Weighing, pruning, combining,
Finding the harmonies to make the upward lines
Sing
And align with a higher frequency. In my dreams,
The record was corrected
As though I was there, my desire alone
Brought the light forward.