I played with legos

Mon Apr 02, 2007 Filed in: Poetry
when I was a child,
I played with legos.
I would search my pile
(for hours even!)
for a single lego
the exact size
and shape
and color.
I am stubborn;
my ideas make demands of me.

sometimes I searched
(for days!)
aimlessly,
waiting for the
shiny plastic pieces
to speak to me.
the best ideas
were accicents,
two mismatched legos
clinging to each other
like needy lovers.

I have not changed much.
only now I search
the frets of a guitar
and the words of my native tongue.
I still nurture doomed cities
and build radical star-ships
full of cocky and gifted crewmen.

I know to fight for the words
and answer the demands of music.
I am stubborn;
I believe that the right piece
is somewhere in the pile,
and—dammit—I will find it!
but
the jumbled collection
also has a will
and its providence
is my voice.
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