Legerdemain

Legerdemain

There is shame in all of legerdemain
As flying fingers plot escape’s quick tricks
To pick time’s pocket as if time had such
In its deadly smooth and so honeyed flow

Why not meet it slow and sweetly steadfast
Admit that no writer’s writ or wit’s "whoa!"
Or even woe can break it or brake it?
Swim in it as a fish mellifluous

So assume the virtue of bee you lack,
Tarry in the display of flowering,
Brush against the golden pollen of love
Carry it away in your dancing’s seat

Slow way down, celebrate futility
No need for legerdemain, force or shame