A key, taken
From pocket or purse
For its purpose.
It’s as simple
(and as complicated)
Keys must be held in readiness
For what might lie between car door
Bus stop, sidewalk or helicopter pad
Two fingers hold the moment’s key
At the ready, prepared to either
Fit into the keyway
Or punch into an attacker’s sclera,
Vitreous humor spurting like filling
From a squeezed cream-filled pastry
The key striking like an enraged raptor.
This key is violent.
But there are others.
Some keys are prepared by ink laser-fed onto
Paper designated by symbol and alphabetic name:
A, Bb, D, F#, G and up and down the staff
And around the circle of fifths.
This preparation serves
A greater good: is freeing these keys from
Paper or mind or creative impulse to sound,
As tenuous and transparent as filmy absence
But as real and solid as granite
Keys as the absolute way to resolve difficulty
And become clarity
With codes, puzzles, essays, sports plays and cells of
Key players, keystones, key situations, key states and key to the heart:
These are the keys and they are necessary (if not absolutely
key) to so much that, without them, we would not be.
It’s as simple
(And as complicated)
February 10, 2016
2 responses to “Preparing the Keys”
Ah, Dan. I’ll think about this poem when I unlock the visitor’s center in Selma today, and use it for a journal writing prompt. Here’s to all the key experiences in our lives!
Cindy, thanks so much! Your encouragement and willingness to share your talent and ideas has changed my life! I hope all goes well today. We miss you still.