Time—Being Precious

Time—Being Precious

“As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow –  
First – Chill – then Stupor – then the letting go”                         
—Emily Dickinson, “After great pain”

likely Narcissus breathes 
on her mirror of self esteem 
prompting her to glean 
your pen across myth 
peers down nose at her—
she spits you adulation 
(more than anything even!)
but itches you not be you—
Narcissus’ brain gorges 
on its own mind and heart—

you pray she move in joy and love— 
as she goes on angling your lake of words
imagining schools of stinking thoughts 
spawning to spurn her, to scorn her, 
to snub her, to slight her!—
freezing persons must let go the freeze—
let her hooking your thoughts 
to spit at her stay mysterious—
no more bootless musing—
your time—being precious