Poet in Search of a Poem

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When life has worn you into

an unthinking shell

without words

and you sit, blinking into space,

in a place of No Thought,

tap the lifeline

of poetry

that lifts your heart

out of its everyday concerns,

into the realm

of midnight moons

and hungry ghosts.

Look up into the raven sky

and chart the silver moon goddess

as she trails mystery

like a gossamer cloak

across the heavens.

Remember that life

is more than bread and worry.

It is beauty and aliveness

and gilt-edged miracle.

It is the suspension of disbelief

and the belief in quiescence.

It is the lifting of one's eyes

above the "raveled sleeve of care"

to remember

music and poetry 

and love

and the silver shining sea,

forever ebbing and flowing

upon a shore lined

with old growth,

and fastening one's heart

and vision

and belief

firmly

upon that.