Collected Poems of John Holmes
Holmes, John A., Jr.
It's time to launch now.
The strong verbs have been written down
That make the keel.
Bold words like ribs of steel,
Each rib a Saxon noun,
Curve upward in the shape the builder dreamed.
Once this launching-runway seemed
A scribble, a mad scrawl,
A skeleton that wore no flesh at all.
But now a thought
Into a 1ooming. purpose
Has been wrought.
A strand of chain
Still holds it secret in the brain, But this will part
After a taut ecstasy that ends in pain.
For now its meaning gathers weight,
For its own freeing,
Its downward slide
From shore to its intended being.