Friday, February 01, 2008

tom taylor

action hazards

skill heats plan silence attributes to forward progress
aligned beyond tension in the fingertips no other acts
are made ahead of time and let lie fallow in the heart
but the deeper lines we flow ahead into the night’s art

as weave and spin the doctor makes his round apparent
in the solicitude of what’s on his mind throughout the
day we wait and scheme at what might lie ahead forever
lining your pockets with the dust of angels in our mist

but forget the turns and pressures we’ve forged of action
in the hazards of fortunes presence on the plate for lunch
or driving aimlessly apart from what’s marked by doubt
in the lingering tides at the mouth of the bay resigning