Note from the Editors

 

   SEEING RED 

    ENDU(RED) ADMI(RED)
    DESI(RED) WONDE(RED)
    RUMO(RED) ADO(RED)
    ENAMO(RED) INSPI(RED)
    DISCOVE(RED) SAC(RED)
    HUNGE(RED) WONDE(RED)
    EXPLO(RED) FEATU(RED)
    AUTHO(RED) SEA(RED)
    DA(RED) UNCENSO(RED)
    SOA(RED) ADVENTU(RED)

 

 

    


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Camouflage at Mid-Day          
                


There’s a false sanctity.
An illusion we muster to rationalize our lives,
our cars, our houses, our jobs, our money, our guns.

Before you think I’m downhearted or naïve
let me tell you I recognize the necessity of
self-directed subterfuge to shelter the soul.

This shield of misdirection charms
our delusion.  The masks we wear
protect our motives, and even

allow us to imagine, for a minute, that
our purpose is secure, our path
worthy, our time well spent.

But occasionally, each of us,
and I know this is true whether
you publicly admit it or not,

each of us glances backward
at recent missteps and
we see no footprints in the sand

no broken twigs where we walked
no ribbons on trees, no trail of crumbs.

We are nowhere to be found.
Two minutes after we leave a room
it is as if we do not exist.

There is nothing but the fingers on our hands
the seagull on the cirrus swirls
the staghorn fern in the flower bed.

But it’s all right. Everyone treads this trail.
Look up ahead.  Someone waits.
Someone calls to you.


Ramsey Mathews is a second year MFA poet at Cal State University Long Beach. He is an ESL specialist.  Next Spring, as a lecturer, Ramsey will teach a poetry seminar
at CSULB.


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