Making Sense

Yes, it must be made
from recognitions inside a matrix
of present-day commonplace; the
procession of actions in entropy.

Lose not a moment,

because one life, even a full life,
has only a few of them willing
to sit still, starched, crisp,
and framed for the recollection.

Once all is in position, in readiness,
that which you will remember
coalesces, and from these few moments,

a boy’s hand on the dashboard, a kiss,
a green curling wave, blood on the floor,
an auditorium, a bath in Europe,

you have your handful, and with these,
from these,
you must work. On these you must,
somehow, thrive,

bestowing on them your credulity,
your faith, arranging them,
perhaps again and again, like oranges
in a heavy deep green plate on a table,

for without you, without being
individually achieved,
they cannot be grasped in common,
making sense to be offered,

and must stumble, lonesome fools,
over the brink of time.

~~~~~~~~~~

Douglas Logan

Comments

[linda]

Magnificent. And yes.