Another One About A Journey - Poem by Daniel Northcutt
What do you want?
I don't know how to please you people anymore.
In fact, I never knew how to please you.
You want something deep and existential? Here, gorge yourselves, ignorant of gluttonies price:
"darkness descends in all its stygian promise.
The reaper is as friend long forgotten;
Now returned to renew our eternal relations.
What matters if there is a light? All I want is him and he I."
No, that doesn't satisfy your lust.
You're not in the mood for existential you say?
Let's go the other way and try love:
"It was her eyes I noticed first.
As if nothing existed of her but those eyes.
The rest of the world melted away instantly,
And I was forever sworn to the loyalty of that sight."
Still hungry; appetite for art demanding more?
To hell with it, what is a poet but a whore?
Forced to oblige fickle masters of the mob.
Why not be clever and make something rhyme:
"Of all the places in a world gone untold,
There I see faces, some dark some cast in gold,
All telling tales ancient and new-
Stories, resonate, ethereal, and frighteningly askew."
Did that do it for you?
Are you yet appeased?
Why bother to ask? Of course you are not.
Now you want something metaphorical:
"A fox wanted only to love a turtle.
‘Unnatural, ' cried the same people that would not let a red fox love a silver fox ages (days) ago.
‘Fox dens and their kits everywhere will suffer for your perversion, ' they extolled.
The world is too young for turtles and foxes, even if that was the way in the olde times."
This time I don't have to ask.
I don't even have to tell.
It's not about what you want.
It's not about what I want.
It's not even about what is.
It's about the search.
All of you people and myself, I can't pretend to be removed.
Are searching for something we cannot see.
We may find amusement if something catches us in the right temperament,
But it will not assuage that search.
Some of us will look to history to find what we are missing
Some will look forward with science
It will not work.
The efficacy of a sojourn for the metaphysical is as sure as only fantasy.
So, that should tell you now that the answer isn't there.
Let me tell you now why,
Ever hear this? "I met a man that wasn't there, he wasn't there again today? "
Here's the thing,
Once you find that man the poem is dead.
You don't want this because it is extant,
And you want to search for what isn't ever going to be there.
For the sake of art and life, I hope that you never find it.
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