 "APPLE" copyright 2006 by TOM ROMERO
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Naming
A poem by Marian Kaplun Shapiro
Apple! He tastes the syllables
again, hearing red, green,
smelling sweet with sweet white juice.
Wordless, his one-year-old fingers
punctuate the air, towards
the refrigerator. Hah!
(There! In there!)
Wanderers in the Museum of
Antiquities we find ourselves attended
by the ancient Buddhas of Tibet,
by way of China. Gazing down they watch
kindly over us, the unenlightened.
We are tutored by the bodhisattvas,
humble heroes whose names we can't pronounce.
Gladly they waited here on earth, postponing
Nirvana for the sake of those who needed
them. For us. Patience beyond patience.
Blessing beyond blessing. Names beyond names.
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word,
infinite unspoken unspeakable
rises,
rises,
a transparent
helium
balloon
a
coda of
ethereal
echoes
just out of reach
disappearing
like fog at sunrise.
Truth?
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or mirage?
Who are you
God, Jehovah, Supreme Being, Almighty, Everlasting, Eternal, King of Kings, Creator,
Yahveh, Adonai, Allah, Buddha, the Atman, Brahma, Goddess. The Spirit. The Light.
The Nameless One.
I am that I am,
wearing a necklace of old Greek
coins, silver full moons
against a dark blouse sky. My newest
grandson, five months into life,
leans into his future, fingers
already expert at the grab. Ah
GAH! he shouts. (I want it!)
Originally published in Lotus Blooms, 2004; Poetic Voices Without Boarders, Gival Press Anthology, 2005
Copyright 2006 by Marian Kaplun Shapiro
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