Tabula Rasa Divination
Oh, those wiley friends of mine.
They tried to tell me
there were pages on the wall,
But their shifting shapes
with flashing hands and fluid feet,
all struggled to show it all.
"But there is divineness in the words," they'd offer in harmony,
"on the pages," I could not see.
"There should be pronouns", they would plea.
Some said "he."
some said "no"!
I could not agree.
I didn't know,
for there's nothing there to show.
"It's a Tabula Rasa", I then surmised.
"For the words have all been compromised."
So I stepped away
from the propaganda haze
and thought of all the ways
a rain drop sparkles on a vine
and said,
"Now that's an image of the divine!"
James Oliver Smith, Jr. (2013 0225)
