Perhaps
I am flicking through a journal
I picked up from the adjoining table
From inside is
A letter flutters to the floor
Skimming with a swish some way
Between the chairs
I launder the litter
And unfolding
This is how it read
" Perhaps : A Poem
Perhaps more judicious than unduly wise
To step aside into the synonyms of time is
For one who knows nothing of a culture
Read with the florid liquor of its rock
May be taken at short face
[Or short faced may be taken at]
Perhaps more problematic than the respectful is
To rake the embers of a withered sanctuary
To take and free the colic prose
From graven herbal tracts
And seek the ashen faces of a bygone race
[the ashen faces of a bygone race is to seek]
Perhaps the jaguars of invention is
To be revealed among the very leaves of home
Perhaps the reader is the read
And understands a bit but himself
And particles upon his own heart place
[own heart place are particles his upon ]
Perhaps the mystery of creeprs hang
Like gibbons swingeing yelp across the ever glade
And covet ruins of their former selfes when they
Were once say at the primal table
And we were not at grace
[And we at grace were not]
Hope this finds you as it leaves me"
My son is looking over my shoulder
It's in the style of Yoda he quips
Do you think that Yoda is a future son of a gibbon then
I ask
As if we may not assured of futurity be
Perhaps lot our is
To among the postulates of posterity be