Treasure Island

Gloria Kim


Seminary


Journeyman, apprentice, what's a guild after all
but something of a nest
where fledglings learn even from mutual jostling:
squawking aloud to, at and for each other,
discovering, at best, the very jesses
by which we are bound.

And to what do we aspire?

Guild Master
Rituals & Virtue
Sermons a Specialty
also Clever @ Comforting

Let a cracked and crazy shingle go a-slapping in the wind. Back to jostling -

a necessary warm and gooey trampling
in befoulment
where, finally,
we may examine with renewed eyes
our own fundaments.

Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012
Edited: Monday, April 23, 2012
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