My Muse Prompts Me
What if I didn't get up this morning?
What if I let the rain stop time?
But, she said, time won't stop--
For if it did
The rain would freeze
And never fall to earth.
As if to reply to a ghost,
I said,
Who needs logic?
It is enough to remain still
And let the sky rotate overhead
Unnoticed,
To let the sky eat the planets.
It would be as if time had stopped ,
And Jupiter would be as if
Frozen in space.
Then stay in bed, she said,
And watch the flickering
Of day and night passing
Like a kaleidoscope.
Alright, said I,
Feeling vastly indifferent.
Don't be tense, she said,
You act like a thief--
Yeah—a rough thief,
Even a violent one,
Who nightly prowls back alleys
And crowded bar rooms.
But maybe you are tense
Just because of me.
Oh no, I replied,
I'm neither tense nor violent.
That is just the way you painted me.
See how your mind goes.
Naturally, she said.
Copyright © Bill Yates | Year Posted 2019
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