John Pursch lives in Tucson, Arizona. Twice
nominated for Best of the Net, his work has appeared in many literary
journals. His first book, Intunesia, is available at http://www.lulu.com/
Oceanic Echoes
To be so blind and yet to see so clearly, to hear footsteps
as they pass in their own unseen blindness, to settle in nascent recognition of
the silent truth that somehow survives the blaring band, the pageantry of
everyday life, the toiling footfalls of marching time.
This ever-present undercurrent supports the laughter of a Friday
evening, down city byways thronged with revelry, filled with gravitational
gyrations, birthing every moment, flooding the world with spontaneous bliss,
unrecognized, without objective fact as burden.
A cry triumphant, song of everyman imbued with grace
unknown, transcending futile notions of legitimacy, simply here for everyone to
enjoy, to be embraced, for all to thrive, to know, to finally surrender.
Prose poem in an authentic serious mode of individuality.
ReplyDeletethx B.Z.! i really appreciate your strong reading and insights!
ReplyDelete