It is one thing to
with a blade of grass
and quite another to be ‘had’
by an archetype or
by several without
and then to look back and try to discern
the names of those previously
who never announced their
names or even their presence
and no imaginative forensic archeology
will ever be sure
of their existence or their
as sylphs, nymphs, ghosts and goblin-gods
they have danced and plodded
and sung and screamed
and whispered and crept
through the hundreds of
competing with peers
without documented biographies or
formal and scientific
Do they have names?
Can they be etherized on a wall for
as if they were metaphors in a poem?
Can they be robed in alb,
or squash shorts
Or are they more likely to be slithering around in the
shadows inside the psyche
waiting for their discovery
and their acknowledgement
and their time on stage?
Were they ever heard on radio-waves
or seen on local television?
Did they commit to ink and paper?
Did they ever go on dates, or dinners or vacations?
Were they ever comfortable behind a
lectern or a microphone?
Or were they secretly shouldering the ‘imposter’ archetype
as their hidden identity?
Who knows who or whom or when or where?....
The lyrical rhythmical life-force of unknowing…..