indigo

Infant Indigo
9-24-18

Into Canaan out of Egypt
Where poetry is our spectator sport
And music is our game of chance
Getting it going in a fine romance as to enhance
That such dance as the suckling child will play in the hole of the asp
Where there is much to grasp clinched in a clinical clasp
As young ones sit down together counting blessings one, two and three
As we find ourselves fortunate
O, what lies behind these cold eyes but another memory
Blocking my way through my disguise up at six not too soon
Not too late as to evoke it for us with no actual counterpart
In Dunlap's anecdote in poets' presence and painter's absentee nameless
And a little mythical shameless and all part of the show
Jesus, let me know where the earth is full of knowledge for infant indigo......