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[genette5]

A poem by my husband, Jesse H Mcknight. And the Middle is Always Near The brittle present confronts the gnawing Future like short piecrust nibbled by rats. To lose one’s way in leisurely dissolve Down the liquidating labyrinths of The past passing is the free falling urge Of the lapsing moment—the fruitless search For the stolen hour spent peering at the Heavens through a loupe, at life inversely Through the black and white whirlpool of a bath Tub drain. Images accreting like scrap Metal to an industrial magnet At a junkyard have consolidated Into a valley of the kings--common Faces Brobdingnagian now because They knew me at first blush—as Craggy now As the pillars of Hubble. Dynamics Drowned in the river that ran between their Living and my own, yet their living ran Its dying course while my own withered like A carrot planted between apartment House walls—cut off from the sun of home and Fated to walk on in the baggy pants Of what I might have been—a lone muser In a gallery of fixed verities. There are two givens: the finished world and I—the piled drippings of a dead past that Continues to inflict and the ghost ship Valhallas of a dead future ever Beckoning and ever receding. I Am Crusoe dwelling on a vast island In the midst of a tiny ocean. I Take two steps back for every step they Take toward me to insure the proper Character of my dear Juan Fernandez. I have built a philosophy too pat, Too tight for a past, present or future In perfecting that which could never be. Jesse H. McKnight 2010. #poetry #jessemcknight #faglerbeach#poet #juanfernandez