Obscurity's Esteemed Bliss

Poetry readers,
listeners,
and the curious.
might it be
poets escape demands?

Could it be they do
rather than be what’s expected.

Is it not possible
dignity's survival depends
on being detached
from that which
obsesses on attachment?

Could such inner freedom
liquefy shackles
of expectations,
aspiring riches,
momentary fame?

And...

Is it possible,
rewards reside
in dances with words,
while others labor language
to serve, to validate
to inure their capture
by others?

Perhaps...

Spirits unfocused remain uncontainable,
like water running around and over stones
and other pieces of nature’s every day obstacle,.
impotent to imprisonment.

For some...

Aloneness protects true peace,
the calm voice whispering a language of fire
from a forever candle,
its flame impervious to storm,
its quiet seclusion secured.

Yet…

Humble we must be,
for we poets are but stand-ins
for sunrises in the dark,
absorbing obscurity's esteemed bliss.