As if FORTRAN and COBOL existed today
And throughout all of history since time began,
We’re accustomed to language’s elegant ways
Of evoking emotions like disgust or praise.
We’ve been managed by our words throughout our lifespan.
Our behaviors are coded verbal interplay.
And, my job as a poet is not to bore you
With the same old ‘straight talk’ as our normal discourse.
Life is Deeper and Wider and Taller than speech.
Poetry disassembles for subtler reach.
I must bypass the mundane and go for the Source.
So, my work is Communion. I think yours is too.
Well along on life’s journey by now I’m amazed
Still at how words have sculpted our worst and our best
Of behaviors. I seldom find reason to fret
That I might lose The Poet. That’s not a real threat.
I shall keep my programming skills sharp like the rest
Of humanity’s word nerds who love when they’re praised.