I would speak the way first
light does in the gradual sighs of the sun’s
slow, heavy breathing as it takes its place
in the sky as if every moment is made
to last forever in that temporal eternal
beauty enhanced by passing time.
I would I could speak such measured beauty,
catch and be caught by well-placed light
and shadows, nuanced meanings not blasphemed
by the refusal of change, the elemental element
of beauty and truth, life. Maybe even the way
we nonchalantly accept the light,
to have someone say of what I’ve said, “Of course.”
Hootism: Some say, “consider the wickedness of the heart.” I wonder if they have considered the wickedness of the mind.