poems as hand- and foot-holds on a glass mountain

At Issue

Sometimes it approaches at a gallop

a heavily armored horse and knight

     with brutal lance uplifted

immodest as a monarch

Henry VIII unhorsed, knocked out

thought dead       revived

insists it never happened

What we think will happen 

never does as expected,

all but certainly because expected

we’re always in afterthought

to issues we didn’t engage

They stalk us while we fumble, muttering

distracted either by a rush of colored lights

     of the endless mind-numbing digital flurry

     or by solemn beatitude in the night sky

When we must change our life you’d think

     we’d have to know 

The issue carries.

Meanwhile, faces in their mirror

     move through bland surprise to shock

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