Homage To Will Poem by Frank Avon

It's hard to keep track of time
all the time

[cliches display
common sense recurring;
adages adapt
immutability to chance.]

for timelessness
keeps intervening,
Eternity is overarching
and undermining,
spontaneity
breeds simultaneity,
and abundance
is revivified
minute by minute

[let these words flow;
let words flow on,
flow on, deep and dark,
for synonyms are sonorous,
infinitives finite,
antecedents sideways,
contraries juxtaposed,
mirror images refracted
by significance,
contraries
balanced and reconciled.
Roll on, roll on! ]

* * * *

A goldfinch
once again
this day
and every day
for a season
feeds on
sunflower seeds
by our porch
but startled
by an opening door,
the approach
of that Mortal Boor,
darts
to the bare spire
atop the Norwegian spruce -

his brilliance,
his stamina,
his confidence -

for only a moment
and away

- and his mate
less flashy,
more golden,
the patina
of patience,
flits closer
to the soil
but glides
away away
at his side -

always
this day,
his way
flies.

Eternity is in love
with moments that shine.
And love that's eternal
will any moment arise.