exploratories
...past
unredeemed...
when
we first break
water, from amidst our mother's lives
tearing at push, to get amidst
the pull of life
we are not grateful
for, we have yet to
learn what such a thing may be
and, so...we continue to reserve gratitude
for things spelt out - leaving our greater debts
unserviced...not being seen as such
the life of money
blind & unthinking
is especially immune to such charges...
dwelling, as it does, amidst the ledgerbooks
of reciprocity contained
and,
having no time for the
economy of gift
nothing
was written
nothing spoken
and yet, still, there is something
due, if only within
understanding
yet
the past
is another country,
it is said - and, besides
the wench is dead...this is
a new thing, unencumbered by the
claims of the past
your gifts
were fair, but there
are no tithes due here
so they say
John Henry Calvinist