on my mind today…

When the archetypal madness grips me

and nursery rhymes are oracles

and I start speaking King James English

and believe that love is destiny

and fashion dreams from random thoughts

and speak prophetic nonsense

and no one follows,

I know I have a problem

and that it’s time to get a grip

which makes me laugh with gentle sadness

at the wonder of the mind which fashioned this,

for it is so incredibly still today that I can hear

the pounding pain of humans

being turned on heaven’s lathe;

I thought it was the males who struggled, though

in watching you I knew it was not so,

for you seem to be afraid of love

with all your cares, and cannot go

where love attends; I wish I could decode

your heart and pry from you

the pain you carry,

but I cannot.