Universe, Do I Dare Disturb the
Oh, I think I already have,
though not for reasons epic or notable.
But what if I haven’t? Should I?
‘How should I presume?’
‘How should I begin?’
push the bruise of the universe,
question, wonder what and how and why.
Build a platform,
stand on your box,
bray and authentically lie.
‘There will be time, there will be time,
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet.
…And time yet for a hundred indecisions,
And for a hundred visions and revisions.’
‘Would it have been worth while’?
These stakes seem so low.
‘In the room the women come and go…’
talking of this moron, that fucking idiot, and yonder stupid ho,
conversations ‘of insidious intent’—
and I am bent on not becoming bitter or bilious; thus,
‘Let us go, then, you and I,’
to that realm above the sky
where starry bodies whirl and sing and hum,
where we can gape or hug or drum,
and watch or join the pandemonium,
dance or draw, paint or poetize the joyful scrum
in which we participate yet co-create the universe.
This post is a blend of the A to Z Blog Challenge and NaPoWriMo. To read other A to Z bloggers, click here. Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was to write a poem that begins with a line from another poem, which I obviously took a step further. God bless Prufrock.