Simply Complex

 

Simply Complex

(“Then Jesus said, ‘I have come into this world to judge: Blind people will be given sight, and those who can see will become blind.’” John 9:39)

Paper thin eyes scan the horizon line
for the next message sent from gathering skies
to caulk the open seams of frightful facades.

Who could shiver more?

It is all piecemeal anyway, this grand passageway
through time. One grain and another falls on top
of endless beaches and some pretend to
count them all.

Who could hide beneath the piers that long?

The handful I carry today will be half as much tomorrow,
the sighs might be laughter,
the racing heart may find rest after
a simple lunch of
wine and cheese.

Who could promise days like these?

Feigning sanity we mow down the opposition.
We protect our position in the castle on the hill
pinning all our hopes on cannons that make fodder
of all who advance on the slopes below.

Who could explain it to the maker of the mountains?

We even write our copy out loud,
read the news, eat green beans, walk the dog,
make love, reheat pizza and save bags of marbles
for another day. We are not complicated, we are
simply complex.

Who could confine grace to words between leather covers?