naked dancing

 

night and day i have been awake

always looking for a way out of misery

keeping a close account of the cost

eliminating errors in my estimate

determined to find cure for life’s ills

dancing to the tunes of band masters

avoiding only the loss of modesty

not dodging sacrifices that are basics

conniving not with crooks and crooked

i am now tired with end not yet visible

naked i have become with all wasted

garments, but searching i stop not

© henry victor          11.09.2004 

 

 

floods and sludge (again)

cooking food, cleaning pots, pans, plates

and other cutleries surged, overflowed
like a spring river in my April days
and nights with no pause even to evaluate

either their relevance, or the quality of my life

that now carried floods and sludge with speed
though i, like brother Lawrence, the sage
applied my heart and soul working to bleed

without counting the cost but rejoicing

in my washing feet cracked and dirty
a relevant, realistic imitation of Jesus
than that ritual on Maundy Thursdays

that made my ego bloat every spring;

but neither the current work with great love
satisfies my soul where springs a still
small voice that i hear not clearly to change

henry victor      03.04.2013