The Crux

Ever see somebody hit bedrock
too messed up to
say so too

hopeless a mess to get his chin
far enough off the ground to
even give in?
deadbeat?

Know what that’s like yourself?

Now can you credit

anyone figuring he had to

steer his fair steady days and nights

deliberately

to some as yet (I’m guessing)

point of light beyond that

abysmal (other people’s) living

end?

right down, past, the dead end

to the worst? There wasn’t

a “Lamb of God” for the

then lamb the wolf had torn.

But there gleamed

the point.

Ever see a child in his

highchair twisting with the

urgency of now, not knowing how

or what, only the

pangs, the poignancy

of Don’t you see

that I need everything

right now?

He hears help coming.

Hope stills the moment.

Eagerness drums with heels and spoon

in a blissful lurch

towards all tomorrow.

The one the radiance touched

does see

and smile there, in that kitchen.

The point.