Increments of awareness

What one poet steals
from another
feathers from another nest
tropes of the imagination
deep-mined from seams of thought
words feeling their way
through life
a sequencing of the unconscious
if that makes sense

love is indivisible
it simply cannot be stripped down
to constituent parts
as if to say night
as if to say day
or the sun and the moon
that mope in the heavens
while philosophers doodle
in the dark
and gnarled trees
bend to the will
of prevailing winds

poets steeled
against the inclemency
of indifference

One wonders was Homer
blind from birth
and if not so
whether he ever left home
and sailed to sea

John Lyons