Memo to me

(On having left the city behind.) 

The evidence of my reconstruction is everywhere.

Gold and diamond become little more than

pointless ornament, in the same manner

as a designer style apartment 

and the avarice I once employed 

are less than single grain of sand;

but even so, I suspect I weigh much 

the same as when I took my leave.

Presently, the journey is only part complete;

for though layer on flippant layer

of bounty has been peeled away,

I have still to harvest the full benefits 

of my molten heart; those immeasurable

billions of amorphous synaptic impulse.

But never fear, I will soon enough,

it is, after all, the nature of the beast;

And who knows, if fancy dictates and 

the board of directors carry the vote,

I might even enjoy motherhood

without the stain of disapproval 

from those higher tables I once graced.

cc:    the head of mergers and acquisitions   :))

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

no matter what we say or write, we're always telling our own story; but now, slipping from behind the shadow show of rhyme and reach, we see the lady in the light, the ashes of history, the possibility of further mergers and acquisitions, a life, full and large, and oh so smart

[R J Askew]

I like this dab best: 'layer on flippant layer of bounty has been peeled away'.
I can see a skip, or skips being involved to carry off the peelings. It makes me think of how we all accreate attitudes and traits without even noticing as we progress through life. Sometimes we become so encrusted our thoughts narrow and harden. But sometimes we have to take a wild risk and explore ourselves. We are more alive when we do. Less comfortable perhaps, but more alive.