A Telling

 

A Telling

 

Amid the sounds of ringing bottles,

steins, glasses with drink,

a moment comes and passes—

it transcends the mindless ranks.

A pair, fool and scholar,

passes through the smoky rooms

and perceives what eludes the masses,

like clouds pass, eclipsing the moon.

 

Haphazard risk of toil and tisk,

newly arranged in the den.

A decanter of synthetic decorative wine,

a bottle with embers within.

 

A clock chimes in the breaking day

while words rein in a dream.

Several—no, bunches—of thoughts belie

a fear too vague to glean.

 

A new order tells of a telling to come,

the page falls at your feet.

A courier carries an intimate note

while vandals run in the street.

~ by davidhampton on March 18, 2008.