Poem: Collage

The mysteries and vagaroes of natural elements.

Collage Sunset happens,     depending upon the time of year     and one’s latitude,     somewhere between the early news     and the late night wrap-up,     un-attended for the most part An event common to ageless sweeps     across mankind’s history,     for the pause before sleep,     for the silent holding of hands     and holding of thoughts     before another day And we find ourselves     Among the most trivially and relentlessly Informed of that spread of generations,     back to the big-bang of creation Underwhelmed and overfed,     but no fact or whimsy left unspoken In this swamp of reality and fancy,     neighbors bury their dead     and bury their heads     in isolated hands, weeping All pain covered by the flickering image,     smiles shielding broken lives Event becomes a blur upon event     all choice becoming none at all,     one collage on top of another,     intervening, in-betweening The hand and thought spread out     during endless unattended sunsets

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.