Round View - John Garn

[Larry Robinson]

Round View

Images from a poem float up to the top of my mind

shimmer just below the surface

and circulate back around

eddying me with the temptation

of recognition

 
I want to attach words to the nameless

to pin the wings of my dream down to

the sterile certainty of our technical salvation

so I can share these discoveries

with those who are always asleep

but may still notice the glimmer of a shiny thing

 
In this New Age of extremes 

the wreckage of the long range forecast

lays crumbled 

just before the next exit ramp

by the side of the road to nowhere

 
The weather is playing 

four season monty 

and we select the wrong season 

again and again and again

as we plant our seeds without praying

 
“Where are your chants?”

the Raven yodels on the wing

“Even dung beetle prays as he rolls the shitball.”

 
We have forgotten

We have exchanged the sacred 

for the calculable

We have disdained the awe and magic

for the replicable scientific experiment


Disposable context is not recyclable 

and our perspective 

inside the silo 

is that everything is round

 
In this time of extremes 

normalcy is toxic 

and subversion 

is just a prayer away

`	- John Garn
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