Sunday, January 27, 2013

Jacob's Ladder

  
At half past three, You, Summoned me, 

Abruptly to that baroque court of dancers,

Disguised like figures in the dead of night

Colouring, far away, the sulphurous heavens

Through the flickering shades of Autumn rains

Where droplets navigate boulevards through an ocean

Of Islands, fused with neon, cars, and grimaced limbs

Revealing a melody, mocking the “reality” of it all-

In that archipelago, we the people, simply are moved

Along ladders like Jacob's, where ancient maidens

With fading foundation greet the demented subways’

Cavernous phosphorescent lights, as if this were the first day of creation

Where no-thing or no-one of mere mortal origin

Could entice the faithfully received back towards the light

Where trains glowing like terrible earthworms depart

And arrive predictably, announcing the grey rains

To all those destinations never really audibly heard

In that rush, before becoming, and disappearing out of sight.
















And yet we still met, that lone unremarkable day

In that desolate Park, with her sombre solitary ducks

Masquerading like intimations in another man’s mind

Where we always come to grief, like glaciers, fragmenting

Their stratified edges, against the deep, the blue, the abyss

And you returned, wondering “how things simply appear

In camouflaged shadows hidden amongst the willows

A squirrel, played out his ultimate tune like King Sisyphus

Aware of neither end- You envied his simple purpose

Just as you feared the Metropolis, vibrating, behind like a demon

Whose impenetrable reason, like Descartes, ultimately deluded You-

Yet “we can but pass through it all” as only a lunatic

Or saint could reply- as we left off where anonymous couples

Hooked up the fading afternoon sun upon their frozen breaths

With joggers, passing us invisibly by, with their customary, allotted strain

Smiling at themselves, as if we were already consigned to another realm.