The Cornerstone Of Tomorrow Poem by Tony Kitt

Life you've been wading through, its
calligraphy... The boulders behind your back
practice the baby smile of footballers.
You collect church seashells, you invite

every dogsbody to your misbalance day - all this
plus the whisper of chrysalids will lead you
through this green parallelogram, the trapdoor of sleep,
to some 'more often than not' place.

Thinking is a malady of our own interjection,
the stratagem of bewilderment.
Do you know all your 'not-yets' yet?
We can see you, otherness, your eyes climbing

that cliff, following the path across abstraction.
The sea always sings goodbyes; the waves' mouths
gasp for phraseology. Tomorrow is a chanting megalith;
today, a building under destruction.


[First published in SurVision Magazine, Ireland]