The Comfort

On the forced speed neon and attention

that wants less of substance but more sources

of markets, this advert, that promotion

where success measures its remorselesses;

I lost full days of life to push and rushings -

keep this pace of chase to race hereafter,

hastening stars and light, to move mountains

thick with cynics and derisive laughter.

“That’s good but..” they start, “but could be better.”

As if the peanuts had hung the art

instead of entering with distemper

and clinging to life the gallery ramparts.

They would say life’s imperfect, those critics;

but loss should never happen to profits,

growth is preordained like all the gossip

baked into structure and paralytic.

And from this I hearten afterwards

with consolation and relief.

calm confidence,

to choose release and walk away to succor.

Peace of sunset, see the once, now and forever

of how the world turns

so fast with me or without

and beauty along the light

in Everchanging hues is never still.

The purples play beside the bright,

pure tones of blue and red and white

with every color in between

warm orange, yellow, violet, green.

Now I know things fade like the day

but start again inspired with new light.

This comfort is my choice to take and make it.

There will be another sooner on;

a chance to move and shine

as I.