Among Many Things Poem by John Leon

Like tired statues on the wall
Who wait for nothing but to fall
I gather for the Earth to call
Among many things

So like the man who preach a plain
In solace, I have hoped to gain
Almighty's hour, if all in vain
Like so many things

For like the desert fruit who stormed
A barren wasteland, I've come to know
The absent taste of life and love
Among other things

Through mounds of bold and ancient rock
I've made my home and bed a lock
Strong and safe and built to stock
The majority of forgotten kings
Among many things

A light so thin, far off, and beating
Patrolled and saved my heart from meeting
A shore so tame, yet hard, and fleeting

And like that shore, so sharp and coarse
I have little charm or remorse
For sailor hence who chart her course

For as the love that escaped me
Surveys the world, her majesty
Sits quietly by some foreign bay
Or perhaps some old
Parisian café
I'll never see
Among many things