I hope to see you at my poetry workshop

this Sunday, March 16,

at 2pm PST.

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WHERE TO PUT IT?

As an exercise to ward off the worry

that can gather in the mind

one might imaginatively 

decide to put all that mental mayhem

into an enormous

shipping container 

and send it out to sea.

Relocate it to a far away place

to be free of 

the relentless cacophony.

Others might put their worry

in different rooms 

in a high rise hotel.

Like the Ritz-Carlton

or The Hyatt Regency.

Or, rent out rooms in

Rumi’s Guest House.

I on the other hand 

would likely take 

the opposite approach

because I fancy trying to fit

the biggest of things 

into the smallest of places.

That’s just what I do.

Yeah, so I’d probably take 

all my tornados of distress

and stuff them back into 

the arabesque genie’s bottle. 

And cork in it.

The rantings and ravings now

nothing more than 

a tinny whimper.

No… that’s not it.

The lamp, the lantern

is not small enough. 

A grain of sand... 

that’s the ticket.

William Blake, I think,

 would be in favor this poetic choice.

Yes, I’d put all my anxious agonizing

in that infinitesimal speck of shoreline

and then tuck it inside an oyster 

and then place that little purse 

at bottom of the deepest ocean

for safe keeping.

I’d let it lie there 

under the weight

of all that water

and then I’d wait 

and wait 

and wait

for the day 

when the collective irritant 

of my worry 

had fashioned itself 

into something 

quite spectacular and perfect:

the world’s most precious pearl.

Yep, that’s what I’d do

with all my worry, if my imagination 

was up to the task.