George Wright
On the subject of Hearing,
then prophecy
Afternoon spent well traveling
Out for several hours
In the course of events
unraveling
Expressions given high and
dour
Many people, unguarded, wandering
by
Reveal themselves so well
Others, by their mindful
standing still
In more hurtful tales revel
In the course of this afternoon
travcling
Marketing for the fall
Small children discourse
rapidly
Older children will tell
all
One child I heard complain
to others
He won’t play with my collection
The thoughts being turned
on other words
But not arranged to my direction
Still other thoughts reflected
back to me
At a luncheon or a lesson
Chinese Chef, intuitive,
patient, respectful
A fine example for the children
Volcano’s fire, and rice,
not insulted
Before he worked, the gods
consulted
Long weary day, his heart
arranging
More than a meal, my respect
engaging
Ah, but the trip would never
be complete
Without a stop for something
sweet
There I engaged a large
man gnashing
Immediately our minds were
clashing
With disrespect he gave
no room
And carelessly predicted
doom
For all those who had gathered
in his path
Had fallen victim to his
unspeakable wrath
Of course he never said a
word
That would only the air
disturb
What then you think was
his surprise
When I predicted his demise
Not normally, I think, answered
thus
He searched frantically
for more blunderbuss
But hearing laughter from
inside
Chose first to try and further
deride
But had I lost the
lesson from the Chef
Who treated food with more
respect
Then I was fair and not
to test?
Thieving patience and love
is not for the best
Trying then a different tact
I adopted a different set
of facts
Professing only love for
all
(Close enough to hear my
call)
Reconciliation has its many
faces
Accomplished usually in
many phases
More difficult when you
at first forget
Respect, love, - intuition,
the chef’s regret
The injured party kept retreating
Our first perhaps our only
meeting
I took then what was given
twice
I could not even make it
rice
The prophecy is given here
Never respond to fear with
fear
For you’ll gain nothing
in the end
As more injury around the
world you send
© George Wright