Still Water Prose Poems
Copyright @ 1989 by Arthur Garfunkel
Used by persmission of Author - All Rights Reserved
the synthesizer player in the band,
took me into commonwealth curriculum -
U.K. Psych. course, one-o-one:
in the middle of a song on stage
and thousands of people are watching you -
the wrong time to do
is to fix on the question:
"What's my next line?"
It's a land mine.
But to push
the awareness away and just be
(remember me to one who lives there)
and dare to bare your living doubt,
to let out the indwelling heart for a while -
that's the subjective style.
or not is now the question:
whether it's better to know what we look like
before the finale and gain that awareness
or carry on from town to town
in trusted illusion, subjectively speaking
blindness is bliss...
It comes to this:
not one of a pair
and the part one picks.
The self, aware, knows
the art of the mix.