Knowing Splendor, Has No Time: a poem By John McKinley Pride Jr
"Knowing Splendor, Has No Time"
There’s a crack in the sun; no time to look back in splendor. We’ve always been on the wrong track with the dreams to see and the dreams to put away.
For all the days, you were far, far away, climbing a bean stock high in the sky never to look back.
You’ve found a name like any other name, but don’t let it flee your mind.
Keep these names no one else wants; charm the clouds in all their curiosity on this bird that flies south for the winter.
Make sure you’re in the center of these timeless sands that pass through your hands; these memories will fall like the leaves from a winter oak; you’re finding that life goes at a fast inhuman pace.
The rain can take away all the splendor of this world, but it doesn’t keep secrets from tomorrow or what could be wrong with today; only to know it was there yesterday, when you asked yourself, “What’s time like no time at all?”
By John McKinley Pride Jr.
3/2/’05
There’s a crack in the sun; no time to look back in splendor. We’ve always been on the wrong track with the dreams to see and the dreams to put away.
For all the days, you were far, far away, climbing a bean stock high in the sky never to look back.
You’ve found a name like any other name, but don’t let it flee your mind.
Keep these names no one else wants; charm the clouds in all their curiosity on this bird that flies south for the winter.
Make sure you’re in the center of these timeless sands that pass through your hands; these memories will fall like the leaves from a winter oak; you’re finding that life goes at a fast inhuman pace.
The rain can take away all the splendor of this world, but it doesn’t keep secrets from tomorrow or what could be wrong with today; only to know it was there yesterday, when you asked yourself, “What’s time like no time at all?”
By John McKinley Pride Jr.
3/2/’05
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