The Poet at the Bookshelf

Confounded by the chaos in his mind--

Chaos in the form of a rapid-fire litany of phrases--

From pretentious platitudes

To defeatist minimalizations--

The poet searches a bookcase

For a line pregnant with Truth.

Indomitable and doubtless Truth

Which will stand even in the face of chaos

And the poet’s youth.

He finds it in a book of old, obscure poetry--
This simple line:

“To repair the desolation of a lost love,

Love again, more deeply.”

It does not so much destroy the chaos

As become it,

And chaos cannot be bound.

The poet reaches for a pen,

And writes till his love resound.