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On the Day of Attention




1

The magic? The magic is consciousness
casting its spell on the life
that enchanted matter.

Our storytelling skill began to develop
when we started to pretend we understood
other people.

I saw
how focusing
could enlarge

truth selected from truths
even randomly
for attention, for action,

the way repetition reiterates
aspects of reality
we interpret as “lessons”

to make of all your dissonance
consonances, or at least
euphony.

But what feels like the entirety
of possibility is in fact
limited by ability.


2

Can I be content
not
to get better?


3

We underrate
the error of censure—
factors, fractured,
vulnerable as culture—

but will! The persistence
to force unto outcome
through resistance

without obsessing over minor missteps
even as they multiply beyond reason,
accrue,

while poking dead metaphors, similes,
like unidentifiable sea rejects
clotting unseen on a crowded beach.

At least more
births variation
in fiction, in dream, in lore.

On the Day of Attention I will speak my piece.
Until then, unattended, I will speak my pieces
holistically piecemeal.

I don't have long to speak,
but during what time I do have
I can say anything. You can't stop me.

All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.