Spring part two
And what of me? where is my spring? my vigour?
My youth?
Childhood lies in fragments,
Scattered remnants
Dismembered by
Time”.
I search
to find the child,
or was he lost Irrevocably
when experiences were no longer new,
Or does he yet live with in me,
masked, Protected from “The winter wind”
His spontaneity too too..... for this world
Made shy
A baby stares up at me as I write, not just
Any baby but my baby a part of me. I think?
I may no longer be a part of spring but feel,
Through him, I have graduated to be a creator,
In partnership with deity?
What responsibility!
And what sort of garden did I grow in to be
The man I am now?
What in childhood sets you in your
Hoariness now?
How verdant is his garden?
How good a gardener am I?
Creator deity?
Arrogance!
Ah but is my plane not set too thick to shave
The philosophies of life to understanding
Or does it serve instead to choke the throat
With thoughts imponderable, to seek perfection
And find only insanity
For I shall fail him.