Feast

"It requires wisdom to understand wisdom; the music is nothing if the audience can't hear it."

Walter Lippman

... rendering moments of steady progress

moot while they

interfere with my trepidations...

How far has this unwanted ally

traveled,

so unknowingly,

with me?

It seems I am a host

for a multitude of

cynicisms,

not the least a wariness

specifically

inclined

per the moment,

this way and that.

And what is that

which is

carried along the banks of

my tumult?

A promise

of peace?

Hah! As I kick it back,

cursing,

into the mad

currents from which it was

spat.

The forgotten

visage

of promises made

floats, toes up,

sideways in the eddy.

But, blessedly, there are always

the hands,

stealthily

adjusting their grip...

I can feel them...