A Man Alone - Poem by Daniel Brick
Once a man devoid of beliefs
suddenly realized what glory
was absent from his life:
'A miracle - ' he began, pulling
truth out of the common depths
of his mind. 'A miracle is anything
that increases your faith.' Pausing,
he smiled at his cleverness. Charming.
His two companions angled away
from him, puzzled by his words
but not enough to stay
within the circle of his silence.
Silence, he thought, is a deep well,
ancient and almost empty, but it still
makes an offer to one paying attention:
'Here, quench your thirst and rest.'
The man's thoughts, liquid, fleet,
weightless, unburdened by the drag of
doubt, unhurried by the lash of
faith, were poised between action
and non-action. He was ready
to proceed upon a path of his own
design, or to stay in that place of
awareness his senses found congenial.
He chose to proceed. Waving to his
departed friends with a smiling gesture
of dismissal, he took the first steps,
beyond silence and speech, into a newer
realm, whose rules and customs he would
learn. He might ascend a stage and shine
with his peculiar radiance, or remain
below in the fragrance of things,
stationary, yet growing. When servants
of the local ruler found him, the line of
his vision was just below the sun,
encompassing trees and shrubs, birds
and forest animals, workhorses and machines,
and people in their complex interplay of
emotions and reason. The servants declared
his survival a miracle, and he agreed ruefully.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
and steadily, without any hesitation as I moved through the five stanzas with unusual certainty. The individual sentences are aptly filled with imagery and specific details, but the movement between stanzas is measured. My aim was to reach and maintain a kind of STASIS, like Eliot's STILL POINT OF A TURNING WORLD. The central character is engaged in emotional issues but the verse which envelops him is decidedly reserved. In Milton's words, ALL PASSION SPENT.
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