“I suppose I would like more beauty”
Kristen B, (of a poetry manuscript)
Yes, that and more freedom, love, wisdom,
generosity. More fish when I fish. More
runs for the Pirates, less for the other team,
More luck for my friends. More discipline
for me. Perhaps, in its way, more beauty
would accomplish all of this. Beauty,
as in elegance, grace-- there’s a hole in daddy’s arm where all the money goes/Jesus Christ died for nothing I suppose.
All of this being, as they say, in the eye
of the beholder. If I lived dedicated
to the pursuit of beauty what old roads would I walk,
how parallel the roads to truth? Could I get
there from here, in this little poem? Yes,
because nothing is given?
Rick Campbell is a poet and essayist living on Alligator Point, Florida. His latest collections of poems are Gunshot, Peacock, Dog. (Madville Publishing, 2018) and Provenance (Blue Horse, 2020).