Here's a poem written this last year,
after more or less recovering from a siege of despair,
despondency, and the like.
It's called "Now I See the Sun Again."
[LAUGHTER]
Now I see the sun again, and can walk out
from the shadow of my wristwatch.
The sky is still there, as it always
was, changing the changeless, open to prayer
and the rape of kites.
The wax flowers have all exploded.
The conspirators who fed my veins of tedium
have been stood like the Emperor Maximilian
against a whitewashed wall.
And out of their deaths, a nova bursts in dazzling light.
I am well at last.
Now I may swim again in the bay of champs dispersal,
oblivious to shark or metronome, or those hideous lilies
with mouths full of rotten teeth.
The navies of anxiety await anchor.
The sun is up, and shut that great eye tending its iron shop
window in the bronchitic city.