good friday. a poem.

“quis reprendet critici?”

 

 

let us pause now

(until we forget again)

to reflect upon

the miraculous

and the unexpected

 

 

let us now

(until we forget again)

randomly praise the

inexplicable and the strange,

that which is disordered and

bizarre.

misaligned.

let us be amused,

delighted by

the bad data and

errata. all the images

that distract. let us even

praise distraction.

 

 

let us now

(until we forget again)

befriend distraction.

missteps.

inconvenience.

 

 

why should we hesitate?

 

 

let us be mindful now 

(until we forget again)

to recall the faces

and the deeds,

the events

the instances, 

let us place that name to some heroic

times of

self-forgetting,

some long past, but

eternally transcendent epiphany of

somebody noticing

someone else’s suffering,

difficulty.

confusion.

misperception.

of someone forgiving a benign

neglect

and saying that’s okay 

i’ve done that too

and

i will do it again

 

 

let us be mindful now

(until we forget again)

to enumerate and to

list our sins.

let us make bullet points

and a flow-chart of the soul.

let us catalogue our wrongs

and miscalculations.

our strayings,

and diversions,

our wandering off the path.

and…

our finally?

our departure from the reservation.

our self-banishment,

and…

the banishing of others.

 

 

 

let us envision our return

and

our repatriation.

 

 

 

there remain now

only two Nations. one

is ruled by children

and animals.

its small citizens are

not from here and

will not stay here

having been appointed long ago

to answer only to whim, to ride

whimsy like a pony.

the mascot is a meerkat

or

a wombat.

 

hell, i don’t know

nor do i care.

bring them all

unto me.

 

i, myself,

at times, i have forgotten this,

being dictated to by

the other thing. the

whateverness that

consumes moments.

hours.

decades.)

 

well, then…

 

let us refrain now

(until we forget again)

from self censure

because we dwell in

that second country.

it is only by accident of

birth (our citizenship).

we are not to blame so

let us not

(until we forget again)

blame others.

 

 

 

yes, yes.

there is a return… 

but

it is and it is not

eternal.

 

 

 

yes, yes.

he might, and he

might not, 

return.

 

depending.

 

 

 

this day? this eve of

a fading,

gelatinous

light

mark us. yes,

you and i, my fellow

miscreants and vagabonds,

my fellow slaves of perception,

servants of want and need and

obsession

and sometimes

recognition…

on this day

we are left here to

consider absence and

obligation

and then to hazard forth.

to misapprehend.

to misconstrue.

 

 

 

let us then rejoice

(until we forget again)

for we have been

given the code. we have

the information

and the link!

the cites and address!

we have the knowledge.

we have, or once had,

the power of…

unknowing.

we knew the skill

of adding symbols in

convoluted lengths. and

now…

 

we have the knife,

the sword

and soldering iron.

 

we have the scalpel and

syringe.

 

so.

 

so?

 

let us now

(until we forget again)

see that the act of not

forgetting is coequal to

the other thing! and

let us now

(until we forget again)

remember

 

the hour.

 

the minute.

 

the second.

 

there has always been

now.

there will always be

now.

 

i think that

too late is the apparent

lie here. the toxic untruth

and our only real

transgression.

it was never too late.

nor will it ever be.

 

and in advance of

forgetting

again…?

 

let us remain

in advance.

let us stay poised.

 

(until we forget again)

 

 

Santa Monica, or

Someplace very it.

2017

 

 

Anna. Not Forgetting.

Anna. Not Forgetting.

3 Responses to good friday. a poem.

  1. Nina Richmond says:

    really beautiful Barry.

  2. jody luetto says:

    Sorry I missed this when it was first posted.
    Poignant message, Barry. Peace, always.

  3. jody luetto says:

    This poem helped me immensely!
    Your words brought me calm and peace.
    Would love to see more of your poetry, here.
    thanks j.

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