While Listening to Fleck, Hussein and Meyer, I Consider Children’s Book Titles, Hops and the Ongoing Search for Meaning – a poem by Robert Okaji

While Listening to Fleck, Hussein and Meyer, 
I Consider Children's Book Titles, 
Hops and the Ongoing Search for Meaning



If we unravel the threads, removing 
context, by what means do we regain it? 
You say monstrous glisson glop, behooving
me to counter with a Willamette
and Azacca, or whole cone Mosaic,
which inspires a reply of Dooly and
the Snortsnoot. But my life is prosaic,
bulging with the commonplace - gritty sand
in shoes, cobwebs on shelves, an unshaven
chin and a mind for the ordinary
seeking refuge in words, a cool haven
in summer's long grip. Feathered or hairy,
I ask of the glisson glop, seeking insight.
Does it giggle, does it love? Do you bite?

Robert Okaji lives in Indiana. His work has appeared in Buddhist Poetry ReviewEvergreen ReviewMidwest ZenVox Populi and elsewhere.

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