Poetry 2

The bus in the wilderness out
beyond town is where I first
saw the meaning of life in print.
Inside a bus used by hunters in
the diary of a dreamer were the
words, "Love is the answer." It
was written by a starving young
man who knew what mattered
and dedicated his youth to
surrounding himself with
those who shared the same crazy
dream. I knew that dream with the
intimacy of one who lived it
and taught it and so I did as
best I could until the dream itself
collided with what became a
standard implemented by academics
and the myriad rest who thought
awe and wonder and mystery
should be measured by bubbles
and graphed and now I think
back and wonder if the hearts
of the heartless ever had so
dear a story of their own soul
ripped from their insides and put
into a matrix to be measured
or if that matrix itself is actually
their own real and dreamy heart.