A response (for Tony Connors)

Excerpt from “A Rather Public State­ment” by Tony Connors

Finally, let me assure those
Who ima­gine me lend­ing a will­ing ear,
That my lop­sided appearance
Is con­gen­ital,
And should not be interpreted
As a leaning
Towards any­thing
Other than the ground.

I don’t walk, I bounce
Only my sub­con­scious is depressed.
My lean­ings so far resemble a see-saw –
The bal­ance of years is shaky.
Remin­is­cence creeps up on me already
Like an unwanted cold in summer.

These lines were formed weeks ago
But a link in com­mu­nic­a­tion broke
Between my mind and my pen,
And they never got written.
(Like you I wrote let­ters instead)

I am break­ing the ties
Between my childhood
And the new land.
The idea excites me.
A new per­spect­ive threatens to overtake
My care­fully cul­tiv­ated views of life.