We Arrive - "another" poem in multiple voices




We Arrive - *another* poem in multiple voices

We arrive 
believing in the drama of our lives
but we are dancers between acts
who kick their way across the stage
a brief time tapping our way through the lights
helping the audience pass the time between
the main and ancient show

in baseball, they call it "the Big Show"
in the Circus, "the Big Top"
New Orleans is "the Big Easy"
juxtaposed with NYC's "Big Apple"
are all these superlatives just a way
to pass over the minutiae 
which are our lives
Minutiae?

fairy gardens in the mountains nestled betwixt stones
            we look up at the loudest 
while we step over whole worlds  

the full body stretch of the preemie baby 
lasting dozens of long flowing slow seconds 
her fists the size of small walnuts   her toe buds curling  
   
in the minutiae, a glance to see a set of brows
dart together than apart showing two
opposite reactions  one sincere     one safe 

Life is what happens while we are making other plans
    what is it with all of our intentionality?
are we human be-ings 
    or human becomings?
how much is enough?
    just this much?





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