![]() Silent Prophet
It's the last day, but I'm keeping the news to myself. If yesterday it made sense for letter carriers To carry letters from door to door, The job still ought to be worth doing. Why tell what I know and risk a walkout? Let firefighters race to the last fire. Let platoons of police set up their last lines So the factions that come to the demonstration Do battle only in words and gestures. The day is different, but only for me, Knowing as I do that it offers the last chance For a cautious investor to resist his nature enough To back a grocery in a battered district, And the last chance for the would-be grocers To open a bottle of good champagne In the kitchen of the friend who's led them Through the small-print maze of the application. And now they're toasting the months to come Scheduled to move the project along From drawing blueprints to cutting ribbons. Shall I tell them their expectations are dreams If the dreams impart to the day contour and substance? Though silent, I'm rooting for them to let the day Expand to include the days to be denied them. And I hope that the friend who's pouring A final round in his kitchen isn't disturbed As his small apartment fills with the sound Of squeaking from across the hall, though yesterday He banged on his neighbor's door for quiet. It's his last chance to endorse a woman Bent on learning from scratch to play the viola, To respect her for finding an hour a day for practice, As if raising two sons alone And teaching civics at a high school Not renowned for civility weren't enough. Should I sit on a stone and lament That the day is her last if it still contains, Scrolled up within it, the years she'll need To master the art of voicing feelings Not now expressed, at home or in class, About the distance between the world She'd like to inhabit and the world she does? Some other prophet, convinced the future Depends on the flow of time to give it substance, May decide to speak out. I'm keeping silent As one of her sons sits at his desk Dividing a page into reasons for leaving home And reasons for staying. Now on this last day It seems that home is best defined as any region On earth that has much to teach him, And now as the region fit to receive the most Of whatever he'll have to offer After he learns where his talents lie. From Volume 192, Number 4, July/August 2008 Copyright © The Poetry Foundation |