Lonely Flowers – 3

It’s just so hard to understand
When grass is tall and views are scarce:
The great unknown is so unplanned
And yet she has the same old cares —

Or forms of them, a little bit:
How far away the recent past
Seems now, when she might think of it,
But she has time to think

At last

Lonely Flowers – 2

Most of day, he sits in shadow,
Most of night, he dwells on dreams;
Maybe there’s a somewhere meadow,
But that’s not his life it seems

No new thing, this isolation:
He knows what to be, and do —
When you live upon the mountain,
Loneliness comes with

The view

Lonely Flowers – 1

Let the ones who know be known,
Let the news be close and thin —
Lonely flowers still must grow,
Sunlight still needs taking in —

She needs company at times,
Roots that stretch must drink in deep:
Lonely flowers still must grow
With such contact as

They keep

(between these two parentheses,
  I close my eyes and hear the sound
  of waves beneath a summer breeze,
  and my friends laughing, townward bound,
  but me — I stay to watch the night
  reveal a thousand mysteries,
  and hold what I love best most tight
  between these two parentheses)

Grew up on books, by books, in books —
Made friends, went places,
Had adventures, learned things —
And it was as real as anything is,
For I really
Felt it.

Went off on books, through books, under books —
Thought for myself (with a little help) —
Grew up, grew hard,
Grew fast, grew fat —
And it was as a strange as anything can be,
For I was estranged.

Came back to books, through books, on books —
For home is not only where the heart is,
It’s where your words are.

the merits of the cake

the party of the first part,
considering the merits of the cake,
adjudged the occasion worthy of the risk,
taking advantage of the outrageously low fares
available at all times to dreamers everywhere,
which was the icing of the thing, or perhaps
just the predictable result of a mind bent
on discovering how and why it is
that any cakes ever go
uneaten