This is a Love Poem - Harold Sloane

[Larry Robinson]

This is a Love Poem

(Maybe To Myself)

 
You will never find me on the far banks of the River Jordan

I’m far too real to ever be that Promise

(As are you)

“Finally” may indeed be the story that helps you cross the desert

And brings you at last to the River

But flesh and blood are the only actual Truth there

Living proof of illusion and diversion

Trust me: you will never reach Canaan

You cannot when you threaten it with your longing

Destroy it by claiming it

Then grasp the empty air

Which leaves one remaining choice: 

Abandon both shores, and meet me in the river

I mean it 

Take my hand 

Lift your feet

Feel the forever-changing force 

Lift and carry

Where all of that imagined Destination

And all of that storied Promised Land

All those dreams and visions of arrival

Disappear far, far behind us

And we become grateful, finally 

To be arriving nowhere

At no moment

Together



	- Harold Sloane


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