I.
The trick
is not to panic.
Relax.
Free the hands
and let it dance
as the sundry documents
Shuffle.
Imagine salsa
Playing on the background—
Listen—
the music whips
and spins and flips,
everything realigns
In perfect sense,
The sequences
Fall in flawless
Choreography:
a, b, c, d
one
two
three
put it here
and put it there,
slip it out
and slip it in.
II.
Hold a hand up
And flex your fingers
Real wide apart
From each other
While the other hand
aims
And inserts a piece of it
In one finger-space
To another,
Shifting
Back and forth
And meeting
In-between
Until
You have pulled out
The last sleeve
Of confusion.
III.
You wish it were all
That simple?
Like, the world
Is a mess.
You can arrange
In a drawer
And life is but another
Piece of paper?
Oh well, you cant
Loosen up now,
No, not just yet.
When finally, you walk
Outside, you’ll see—
Your days
Have piled up
In a sky-wounding
Tower, tremulous
And ominous
As it casts down
Its tailless shadow
On you.
Montage Vol. 6 • August 2002
