I begin to feel the rising panic
that probably gets worse later
as I watch the days flowing much too fast
once immeasurable inexhaustible cheap common
now spilling like diamonds down the deep well of time
and I am leaning over the side
grasping at the avalanche just out of reach
and I cry wait
but there is no wait
only the counting of lost dreams.
I should have paid more attention
learned more about art
I thought I knew what that was
in the fullness of wisdom
I see that I know nothing
that life is always
one answer forward
two questions back.
And I ask
is this imminent emptiness so bad?
in the heart
that craves open space
virginal blue sky
a smooth sea without ships
a cottage in the unpopulated wilderness
a yearning to clean closets
toss out junk
make room for the new.
is a preparing to be filled
a thirsty desert flower opening to the rain
the last drop of wine on the lips
before the next bottle is opened
the hourglass turned.
(This poem first appeared in High Horse and subsequently in the author’s chapbook, Something to Read on the Plane, published by Main Street Rag Publishing Company in 2004.)
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Published: June 19, 2020
ABOUT THE POET:
RICHARD ALLEN TAYLOR (Charlotte, NC) is the author of three published poetry collections, all from Main Street Rag Publishing Company: Armed and Luminous (2016), Punching Through the Egg of Space (2010) and Something to Read on the Plane (chapbook, 2004). His poems, articles and reviews have appeared in Rattle, Comstock Review, The Pedestal, Iodine Poetry Journal, Wild Goose Poetry Review, YourDailyPoem.com, and Asheville Poetry Review, among others. Taylor co-founded and for several years co-edited Kakalak, a poetry and art journal featuring the work of North and South Carolina artists and poets; and served as Review Editor for The Main Street Rag (2013 – 2019). After retiring from his forty-four-year business career, Taylor earned an MFA in Creative Writing from Queens University of Charlotte in 2015.