Platter

Another rainy day
to simply endure
what is told
by the breath of air
from an air-hole

*

little anyone can do
about the surface
above where our tubes jut
to inhale

*

except remain in sway
with the under water current
the frozen ballroom-talk
building a flow

*

everyone is happy
when
the world is in accord
with those who hand the world
to the people who step
onto its platter
and follow the score provided

*

maybe in time I too
will learn the melody
as strong as the players

having collected the wind
of water and the house
of the platter

learning to build the world
to hand to others

*

and if
it ever comes to that day

when in the palm of my hand is a world
for another

than perhaps then
I would change the melody forever

and prepare a dish on the platter
of a constitution of sway

informed by the other

*

and when that day may come
I will be prepared

listening

to what has not yet
been done

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