Sunday Poem



In each soul, thousands of lives are imprisoned—
only one escapes,
.. but it would have been nice
…… if a few more could have gotten away —
maybe the actor who would have played an uncut Hamlet
or the fondler of the true grain of good wood
or the pianist who loved music enough to practice.

It would have been good if the whiner had not gotten away,
the one so besotted by the moment
that its consequence toward the next is forgotten.

by Nils Peterson
from The Dear Time of Our Talking
Frog On The Moon Press, 2020