Manic Spring

High waters and still raining

squishy saturated earth

drowned worms    robin’s delight

Dormancy breaks slowly

over weeks of dark clouds

postponing the manic frenzy

of an all too short growing season

Even still, a young man on fire

has been up nights writing a new

constitution, rewriting will come later

ideas flooding swiftly with urgency 

to reright the country

he so loves, heal the only broken

mother and father he knows

no God to trust

no time for lust even

No one gets it.

He’s speaking in light speed fragments

and each one sparks clusters of revelations

critical to the revision

We talk of the pros and cons

of medicine meant to bring down

the idle speed enough to straighten

the thoughts and lengthen sentences

to allow paragraphs with coherence

so maybe he could have a good meeting

with the president

so maybe he could get this book out 

to the world so the good 

clueless people who mean well 

but just dont get it could see 

and things could be righted...

And we both fear the possibility

of the loss of it all, the silencing, extinguishing

of this passionate, well intended enthusiasm.

If he takes the medicine,

if he falls asleep it will take too long.

It won't be written.

While everyone slumbers in their anesthesia

tricksters will continue to ravage 

the integrity of his beloved 

this most magnificent 

and beautiful country

nobody is righting it and

in 2012 the World is said to end.

May 2011