The Infinite Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

THE INFINITE

I laze on the beach, careless,
Eyes full of the infinite.
Onto faraway places in time!
The white billows, breathless,
Cease to interpret
All nature, her benevolence,
Her malevolence,
Her crime.
I shall be the world’s greatest academic.
I shall turn my windy sophistries,
All scented with the dancing muse,
Into a gilded polemic,
Into rubies In June.
I shall infuse
A new global awareness
Of what is truly holy and good,
And of what is truly evil and bad.
I am Tom Thumb, a dreamer lad,
Who lives in the woods,
Relishing its bareness,
Blinded by the brooks that meander in the sun,
Struck with visions staring drunk at the moon.
With all of nature’s secrets I am one.
There are no more mysteries to uncover.
I stroll beyond the ogive to where the lindens hover.
And I lose myself in every boon.

From 'A LADY FAIR AND OTHER POEMS by John Lars Zwerenz' (C) 2013