Micropoetry

Khalid, as you’re going
Beware of not knowing
Who you are talking to

Your words may pave 
The way from your grave 
To where you’ll be walking to

Come, broken heart
Be mended again
Your pain’s a drought
Your submission rain

True knowledge is subtle 
Its serving is subtle 
It’s nourishing if 
The observing is subtle

You don’t tell your win-thirsty team
Right before the championship game
That the English and Science and Math’s where it’s at
All this winning and losing’s the same

You’ve got eleven months to get it right, plan 
For eleven more once you get through it 
Let the wave that’s coming break over you man 
Now’s the right time to get all into it

And remember that you 
Can say what is right 
And be idiotic even as you do it 
I know.

Act, for if you don’t, my friend
You will have missed a chance to act
Don’t act to fashion noble end
For that is heedless of the fact

That consequence is seas of veils
Concealing timeless mysteries
Of Will Divine that tilts the scales
Of justice done by histories 

Don’t be afraid
But be in awe
That you can overcome your fears
In awe of One
Bestowing strength
Intent, resolve and hopeful tears

When you reflect on something
Let your sight
Glance upon it
Not collide with it

Squander upon it
In equal parts
“What’s wrong about it?”
“What’s right with it?”

Let your sight not judge
Or fight with it
Leave that part
Up to your heart

For reflection
Holds the weight
Of light