Metronome

Metronome

The clouds reveal so much more

More than we’ll ever know

All the while we sit on earth

Trying to force the poetry into rhyme

Trying to maim it into meter

The heart contains so much more than syllables

So much more than numbers and pedantic

I will not kill my soul on the altar of propriety

I will not bleed out my heart on the treadmill of the “arts”

Critics, hobos, and bankers all snuff their nose

But I see a lion in the clouds

Roaring along the birds of creativity and wonder

I see the sunset with the moon rising in the east

Though night has come

It is the full moon

And there is plenty of light for everyone

To see what the clouds reveal