seek/order

First I thought
It was this
Then it was that
But just only me
So market-trained
Second nature
Finding in haggling
An able accomplishment
To complement hoarding
And if there is blind
Exchange in everything
our greatest find
Can be so misleading
For love is blind
Mostly worried thus
Is my state of mind
Over the problem of
So little eye and
From what darkness to
pick the gift of freedom


In the kingdom
Of butterflies
There are no
Villains but
Dragonflies
No rebels but
Fireflies
Little politics
fewer gadflies
and they swat
as they go
through them
who knows
what the insects sing
for nothing helps
the tired plodding
in the marshy districts
all sound is a buzzing
in the damp air and
pests in the eyes
mouth and ears


it’s about time
I introduced
Numbers
In my ideas
Like so many
Cogs, bolts and links
That in a box
For a Christmas gift
One could put
Together the toy
In a trice and forget
About it or with
The passage of time
Finding its debris
In some lost attic
Know at once
What parts are missing
If in the offing
Is an intention
To restore it
To a semblance
Of response
to turning keys