Passion

Published in California Quarterly/California State Poetry Society (2023)

 

 

It is hard to keep quiet,

as it is very close to the end,

and no one knows the ending.

We’ve all been here before,

near the point to make the choice.

It was easy if vines were just planted,

now grapes grow,

taste is splendor, so is the sweetness,

the glory, and the rapture of knowing

all the sweating bears fruit.

How do you cut the vine

while luscious grapes hang and ripen?

 

Dew continues to praise,

after cold, chilly night,

deserted in the dark;

shines with the coming dawn.

 

Ignore all the wrangling, volition,

spurn tumult, scorn turbulence,

when time comes,

never shy away to elucidate your soul

with deafening voice,

resplendent dazzling light

to blind the blindness,

silence the silence.