Writing >> Poetry >> Conditions for Success

Tag names, dot minds,
map the ground we all walk on  
in the Paleolithic village of the one heart,
but don't you do this, just water.

Get markers charting flips,
silent yields through the rooms
whose walls you see through,
my landlords of the circle.

Have fun, mix groups, stake holders,
net works, work books, foam boards,
strip tapes, line time, everything is moving.
Everything is still moving.

If you want to know a thing,
walk in the center quietly.
Stand there, do not unfurl.
Does anyone know it differently?

Render proud sorry-dialogue, new
mirrored dreams, seven minutes
to fortune tell fresh reality for hills, shores,
sands, four walls, shared skies, deep ground.


Ralph Copleman,
September, 2005