DO NOT HURRY

Do not hurry, be miffed
or discouraged to lift phrases
from your diary or testimony
in a poet's flurry of Whitman
which ages or erases
any adage or ceremony
know it's your own own gift
to welcome home
a metamorphosis of words
on loan from lips of prophecy
to a younger amanuensis
that drifts by your past creation
from your personal parenthesis
over a genesis and Apocalypse
that we constantly pursue
from our own culture
in lifting up our vocation
to what Ezra Pound said
"to always make it new"
as sound and rhythm reacts
from our lasting signature
by casting off our shell
like any turtle on edge of shore
when Florida's injured Myrtle
needs an environmental helper
to compel her healing
from a crushing casualty
of nature like any creature rushed
by veterinarians to Wood's Hole
sounding by hospital knowledge
to save her from any fatality
and to make Myrtle whole,
we who on kayak or a Cape's boat
rowing back on the shore
have our cameras ready
with a sideline language
for our signature
upon our notebooks and pen
writing all the time like Dickinson
Thoreau or Emerson,
managing a drink like the swallow
while towing in an anchor
thinking of a wellspring
Spanish song
in choosing words that vanish
from any hallway's darkness
with repeated cruised insight
more in the service of the spirit
with a "yes" in the light
amid a prolific language
of a San Francisco Beat
when a rebellion wild wind
howls at the night exile
on the gazebo pavilion
or children without a passport
visa or money's support
still hearing a riled voice
over the white glassy sea
calling out a divine destiny
for a child son or daughter
as a refugee watches from a sail
a humpbacked whale
on a fishing land line
from another country's span
who waves by the high waters
on the ocean to an orphan guest
in a smile of angelic form
tossed in the ebb and flow
as an owl in a storm
in perpetual motion to stow away
amid the elements seeking rest
follow her or him on the web,
think of whose garments
were rent that we cannot fail
even when man would stone
the innocent in jail,imprisoned
or nailed over graffiti One is risen
to atone for the lonely remnant
those put on trial for dissent
once sent to an electric chair
or tortured for politics
or like Socrates
shut up for his ethics
or polemic
not putting his critics at ease
or others needing psychiatric help
for their clinical life at loss
from their schizophrenic cross
in a mind set on censorship
from a jazz dance worship
or tossing to sleep on your knees
look up and live lyrically
at any loss of a music of a word
then give out your deep poetry
faithfully as Bird Parker plays
in my mind as a sax riff sounds
from a miraculous romantic epiphany
on a relaxing metaphysical day
free of any taxing censorship
to radically forgive all topics
dramatically on holy grounds.