George Harrison’s Living in the Material World… comes to his son in a dream.
If It’s Time We Must Bear
By Tyler Lucas Mobley
Untool mind to spare time those steps
never taken. Relishing difference the
song of new eyes, a respectable space
comfortable, not overdone. An orbital
perspective feels the pull of a world
willing you back to cuddle up and listen.
All was a trap beyond our hitherto existence, a
collection of shapes behaving as one striding being
with the sum of human efforts playing out in precisional
tattoos, till accusations arise about an unacknowledged
separateness between two arms on one body driving
the operator mad with itchy skin, deciding best march
for Andromeda, agonizing surrender.
Arriving before we’re ready if it’s time we must bear,
recline to find it’s not there, hatching then a chick of
eternal incubation, cute, fluffy, and unchanged.
Surprised to notice those baby steps were always
at your feet, a breadcrumb trail for mice of men.
Walk Where You Want 