Because I Love Words: Chapter Three: The Word

It knocks

Incessantly

The pounding

Relentlessly,

Quietly

Wearing away at your resolve

Gently offering itself to the fore

Regardless of priorities set by the will of man

Because it

Will not be denied

It’s like a cool pressure

Or the cold part of your bed that’s just waiting for you to get

Stiff enough so that you have to turn and face it

To turn and embrace it

It sits there like a peacock

Preening for your attention

Taking on its best passive aggressive stance

It will not be ignored

It refuses to engage you in your boredom

Turns a deaf ear to summons when you’re at your neediest

When all rest upon the line

And the grounds is that of the proving

Instead you’re given the extended croak of the Golden toad

That leaps into the shadowed tunnel

Commencing the construction of mortar and bricks

So now you’re stuck

With the short end of the stick

As you desperately lunge with grasping fingers

After hazy images of prolific concepts

Just on the tip of your tongue

At the edge of your mind

Somewhere over the rainbow of your consciousness

You’ve lost

Your face tells the tale

Of your epic fail

And so you return to your mundane life

Of social networking while working

Until IT comes back

Slinking into your cortex like the Cheshire cat

Curling around the branches of your nerve endings

With a disembodied smile of twisted satisfaction

As it knocks

Again

And prods

Again

Until you give in to the swirling vortex

Of words, emotions, images and concepts

Opening yourself to the torrent

Your being becoming a conduit

Channeling the desires of the gods

The gifts manifesting through you

Given life and form anew

Every syllable given weight and substance

As you say what needs to be said

Even as it must go through and over certain heads

Crystalizing into overstanding

Bearing fruit in fertile minds

Even as it lay dying within the smoke filled

Briar patches of the base and barren

Wallowing in fetid stagnation

You take time

And after much contemplation

You are blessed with the realization

That this force

That this natural mystic

So casually labeled and defined as IT

Is Life…

IT is the vehicle of the Creator’s Will

IT is the manifestation of the power of the cosmos

It is the beginning and the ending of seasons

It is simply

And holistically

Without any further rhyme or reason

The Word.

Glen Toussaint©2012