A Daily Joy Poem by Daniel Brick

For Liza

Half of what I tell you is
unnecessary. So why do I feel
so pressed, so anxious to tell you?
Is there perhaps another invisible
world that penetrates ours, and
leaves behind in our passive minds
things of ultimate importance
in that other dimension? I think
that makes sense, but what do you think?

By the way, what is written in this message,
as you have surely already guessed, is necessary!
It's not life-saving. It offers no immutable
promise. In fact, if shafts of ecstasy should
fall from above and slice through you, and
lift you, body and soul, into some altered state
of being, just ignore all of my blather, and
surrender to that visitant energy. I'll never be
in an elsewhere that has no trace of you!

But if this present moment is spread out
before you like a welcome mat in front of
a dear friend's house, and you feel content,
in body and soul, in anticipation of her talk
and her whimsy, then, of course, consider
this message necessary and worth your time,
because every line of my poem is meant to make
you smile, and to make you smile is my daily joy.
Now, what about my theory about penetrating worlds?