The Other Night I Dreamt, Of All Things, About My Owning A Lawnmower Of My Own One Day
The Other Night I Dreamt, Of All Things, About My Owning A Lawnmower Of My Own One Day.
"And is that Chesapeake Bay?" I ask
knowing full well that it isn't - but
having just burst into a new world -
with new people -
I feel obliged to chat politely.
They answer that it is
and I must feel some small horror -
but then to defend pile image recklessly
upon image - to suffocate quite definitely my first
impression of the Bay - and to destroy (quite
without regard) the new religion.
Therefore with the sun mocking me I rise now
to my audience - forced by some peculiar and secondary
impulse to do my bit as quickly as possible -
and then to bow out.
And the new country was always just down and through the pathway
which till then I had not thought of using
- always within - and the Bay actually there -
and here the one acre with house, trees, and new people.
(Contrasted I must admit to the thought of the million holding building that sits on my other hand)
and somewhere in the background the noises of a Salvation