The Ghent Review Volume1, Number 1, summer 2016 | Page 50

(Stride: in motion; motive; motor; movable; mercurial; changeful; unquiet;
restless; nomadic; runaway; hie; gang; wend; trail; flutter; wave; flap; walk;
trip; tread; tramp; dance; leap; skitter; slide; slither; skate; fly; frisk; filt;
flitter; dart; hover; cruse; progress; pass through; wade; tack; manoeuvre.)
Change the clause – make the past tense the present tense, measure the
gravity of light, open the door of a possibility.
Yes I will!
Now.
And hereafter. Or as he would say -You are becoming a poet again.
When was it otherwise?
And now my shadow before me becomes my shadow behind me. And this
door which opens in opens out – so what should I do, push or pull?
Every moment is the zero moment of a beginning. This is my day and I’ll
have no other. Now. Or as he would say – so, we are back at choice. Never
moved from it. Never will. Measure that. Like water the good Greek stepped
into and out of.
Hail equals – how beautiful is my arrogance to me! (forgive my exclamations)
Can a shadow be measured? – if so I will measure it.
And the past is the present in its new attire. I am not other than what I am.
Like the clock hands ticking towards a new zero.
Negate the negations – measure that into the new infinity. Yes, there is no
o ther world and this is it – nor any other wanted. Will there be singing? –
yes, there will be singing. And the river offering its guidance – o beauty of
water. Am I now Taliesin’s child? And that shadow crossing mine in a new
calligraphy.
Already I am ancient and ageless. And the poetry of that which is coupled
with the poetry of that which shall be. Shall be. I and no other for no other