With apologies to World Poetry Day
[image error]We dare without fear
and shatter the world each night, then
reassemble it with morning’s child
at first light,
without due consideration to
fright’s closet-weepers and others without sight
who rage against the dying of the light;
without a desultory nod
to screeds from political creepers or sermons
for day sleepers that collude to be soul keepers
without our thought’s consent or fight.
When darkness shatters the cruel logic of day,
moonlight carries us along the moon’s sacred way
into elsewhere and neverland and faerie
and all that’s bright amongst dreams
where unkept souls are finally free to see
realities generally consigned to the insane,
the misguided, the charlatans, and all else
that the “waking world” would bury between 9 to 5.
Those who dare without fear,
smuggle dreams and infinities and out-of-the-atic empathies
into the shades and dark corners of day where neither sun nor logic
look for the seeds of their patriarchy’s undoing,
without due to consideration to the organised anything
that asks us to deny multifaceted possibilities
and to support the false polarization of lawmakers and other grades
of mob rule that kowtow to separateness over oneness.
At first light when morning’s child displays hope
that dreamers, poets, mystics, seers will prevail
against schemers, comfort-zone apologists and status-quo pitch men,
and create the day’s 9 to 5 anew until day and night are one,
the day is as yet a blank slate for creating new realities,
inclusive worlds, and and eternal truths we allow ourselves to dare.
Copyright (c) 2018 by Malcolm R. Campbell
