How dark is dark? How wise is wise? --from a fortune cookie 9/18/15
How wise is wise? A pretense on paper, a future memory
turned inside out, the container for who we actually
were when it mattered. Wisdom back then was swans
circling and your skin’s glow reinventing morning.
Barely visible in the dark was a fortune
we could spend before dawn. In the gray plague
of this decade, where we fear our own hearts
have slowed to the speed of anachronism
love is thrust upon me like a check at a buffet.
I will pay for everybody and yes I want a copy.
The moon tonight is a fortune cookie on a black plastic tray.
How dark is dark? Have you read in the predawn light the same fortune?