Treat of trick?
You may think I’m somebody.
I just look the part because I’m wearing a suit. But
I’m actually a nobody
on my way to a funeral.
Where I’m going, the guest of honor is somebody
who used to be a nobody like me.
But today he’s the guest of honor. So
he gets to be somebody today.
And he’ll look the part because he’ll be wearing a suit.
Afterward I guess he’ll still be wearing his suit.
As for me, I’ll put my suit away
for when I need it. After all
someday I’ll be somebody.
(Mike Cohen – Sept 2016)
Images by Rene Magritte, verse by Mike Cohen
IDEAS JUST COME
Ideas just come, and I almost could swear –
though they enter my mind, they don’t start out in there.
Ideas just come, and I can’t tell from where.
Ideas just come; and this much I can say:
They aren’t from outer space,
but from so much nearer and further away –
from somewhere that isn’t a place.
They come in a torrent, they come in an ooze,
in fragments or fully intact,
perhaps from that extra-proverbial Muse
or something at least as abstract.
They come crashing like a waterfall
or shushing like a stream.
They don’t come running when I call,
but sometimes, when I dream…
They make me loquacious and then strike me dumb
so I cannot seem to express
what may be their source. I just know that they come
and I know nothing more, nothing less.
Ideas just come and then disappear
back to somewhere that isn’t a place.
And if you don’t seize them the moment they’re here
they’ll be gone without leaving a trace.
(Mike Cohen – c. 1999)
Things seem to keep happening
faster and faster.
That’s the nature of now.
The present zips by
at the speed of time, in a blur
that does not resolve itself until it’s too late
to do anything but watch it recede
into the layered still-lives of memory.
Nothing is as swift as the present.
The future keeps you waiting.
The past keeps you wondering.
The present doesn’t keep at all.
It has no shelf-life, no duration, nothing but its own immediate mortality.
It is and was in one unlasting sentence.
So there you are and were.
(Mike Cohen – Apr 2016)
Ancestry by the numbers.
HERE COMES THE MOMENT
the sky leans so close
you can hear the high clouds whisper
a secret you knew all along.
It isn’t the message that strikes you
but the clarity of it. Suddenly
the mud and the dust and the mist
are dismissed and the sky leans so close
you can hear the high clouds whisper,
“Here you are.”
(Mike Cohen – Oct 2015)