Letter to Humble

As per the serious looking letter, beginning,
You have been informed...and continuing,
there are more things in Heaven and Earth,
sir, than are dreamt of in your philosophy...
I then, in awe coiled in ennui wrapped in
mild disgust (presumptuous this letter
sender), looked up, palmed the paper
folding same, grinned and licked my
lips and sighed, sipped coffee and held
the cup up to the kitchen sky (a toast
to Shakespeare, that genius Bard),
and poured like rain my warmth
mixed with pique at unsolicited
letter (one with no return address),
for he or she with a penchant
to pen the obvious.

Remind me, then, of just how much
the learned do not know, and I won’t balk
(yet I will grin and surely I will grit my teeth),
and I will hear what Hamlet said and what Horatio
was told.  What Shakespeare knew, what wise
men know, as most who value all of cosmos,
the sum of all there is.  Under a vast and
azure sky, our ken spans like evanescent
vapor, and yet it is a call to widen eyes
until it hurts.  Remind me, if you will,
with envelope, postage, even cliches
culled from the classics. And I will
bow, and I will breathe with deep
appreciation, at humility 101.


30 Lines
Writer’s Cramp
3-16-16