I THE TETHER

Were I a tamer
Of Words Gone Wild
Askance and oblique 
A wielder of the gargantuan 

Standing tall
To claim my place
As  purveyor 
of the sesquipedalian

I would ply my tongue
Point my pen
And hold forth 
In the multi-syllable

Woe to me
Of finite cerebellum 
Easily distracted
I remain common

While hero’s and friends
Plumb galaxies and the cosmos
I sit cross legged
Mesmerized by dust motes

Far be it from me
To bemoan my fate
Is it not said
Small things amuse small minds

I am amused 
Easily it seems
Water from the sky
An unseen hand of a breeze

Loud crashing on cloudy days
Brilliant flashes of unknown light
More happy i with the happening
Than the explanation

Keep from me
How a centipede knows
Which leg to use first
Walking leaves of green

Since pride can easily 
tempt the great and small
Diligence is required 
Not to take pride in the common 

Leave me to the infinitesimal
And I will read with wonder
Of your celestial journeys 
And galaxial wanderings

Hold forth in multi-syllable
Sweet poetry and song to my ear
I will read with awe of your flight
But someone must remain behind