"Poem
For the New Year 2009"
Poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
01/02/09 5:57 a.m. pst
Change hovers
over the horizon announcing her presence
Wispy dreams of a better life
or perhaps doom spiraling up into my presence
Change is
a constant
She might never look the same,
nor does she announce similar pursuits
Her cloak
contains many colors
Sometimes we see only the dark colors
but they hide bright ones underneath
Yet for
all the instability of Change,
she is sometimes a facilitator for goodness
mercy
and
love
Change can
be frightening
and soothing at the same time
One can become imbecilic in her presence
Yet one can use her fickleness
to his advantage
The bear
went over the mountain,
but for over 15 years I have stopped to admire what the bear left
behind.
At each possible turn of the page
I keep my eyes glued to the words with which I am familiar
The bear's presence is sublime,
but I don't know if he found what he was looking for
Have I found
what I was looking for
as I sit motionless in my memory?
Have I become fulfilled, living
moments as they happen,
alleviating pain for pleasure,
even as the pain advances slowly and steadily?
Change doesn't
care about me
Change simply hovers over the horizon,
laughing at my incomprehension.
The only thing that stays the same
is her presence
I hear her
laugh, and pray that she laughs with me.
The house of cards will surely fall.
The winds of Change are a hailstorm of uncertainty
For the
moment, this moment, I am serene,
Dense as a rock, ingrained in my solidity,
Feeling no pain, for the moment, as I breathe
Change remains
hovering silently, except for the occasional chortle,
And for the moment, I chuckle back at her,
I am embracing her inconstant visage
Enlarging my meager vocabulary
to encompass her volitale ideas
I do not need this rock hard conscience
I do not need this irresolute moment
I might just need to reach out
to Change and let her guide me down the path
While she
laughs,
And while I meet the bear
who regales me with tales of adventure and mirth
Change hovers
over the horizon announcing her presence,
And I invite her in and give her a cup of steaming sweet tea
so we can discuss our options
in this changing world of ours
Poetry
2009
