… Not at an End.
By J. K. McDowell
No worries, I am here with you in this darkness.
Open your eyes and see what I see in the brightness
Of your own heart. Vision spirals anew and beyond.
Illusions abound, veils and curtains shift unseen.
Some dreams melt away; others sift in a soft breeze
Or in the whisper of a lover. Moonlight helps.
The Tyger and The Beloved know the horrors
Are asymmetric. Yet the answers to most
Of the rhyming questions the poet asks are still “yes.”
Did you see the Moon tonight? What if the answer
Is “no”? What if the answer is “no, never”?
You really are lost, aren’t you? Not sure what else to say.
You realize too late her eyes are two arsenic
Mirrors. Chemistry confuses alchemy and
Death confuses Love. There is that moment James.
The night is dark, an air painted pinot noir.
The wine glass is empty, so few drops of kindness.
Two Oh One Seven? No, the world is Not at an End.