Friday, February 08, 2008
WYLDTH1NG IS HOME!!!
In honor of your homecoming, Wyld Man:
a poem... wishing you many a day like he describes:
friends,
steaks hissing on a grill,
cold beers
and philosophy.
Knowledge
My philosopher friend is explaining again
that the bottle of well-chilled beer in my hand
might not be a bottle of beer,
that the trickle of bottle-sweat cooling in my palm
might not be wet, might not be cool,
that in fact it’s impossible ever to know
if I’m holding a bottle at all.
I try to follow his logic, flipping the steaks
that are almost certainly hissing
over the bed of coals – coals I’d swear
were black at first, then gray, then red –
coals we could spread out and walk on
and why not, I ask, since we’ll never be sure
if our feet burn, if our soles
blister and peel, if our faithlessness
is any better or worse a tool
than the firewalker’s can-do extreme.
Exactly, he smiles. Behind the fence
the moon rises, or seems to.
Have another. Whatever else is true,
the coals feel hotter than ever
as the darkness begins to do
what darkness does. Another what? I ask.
by Philip Memmer
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3 comments:
Oh my- that is extraordinary. Really beautiful post and poem.
Welcome home to our friend Wyld. We may not know each other, but we all know him. That is beautiful.
And Calvinista- I have to dig that. Very cool. Peace to you my sister.
Thank you very much.
I like the poem and may steal it later.
You definately fall in the silly pastor category, which is cool.
as Wyldth1ng would say -- Nifty.
love when people post poetry.
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