Did the heroes worry, wonder how
The rope would hold?
Did the moat appear too wide a throw?
Suppose they should feel cold?
What was hidden? What was always kept
A secret? Which
Way of reading maps made them adept
At missing the wrong niche?
Now the arts of chance which master us,
Can they be learned?
If the toad became a prince, must bus
Loads of us still be spurned?
Why the question, if the answer asks
Someone else to
Be the brave who leaves his tribe? The masks
We dance in, are they true?
Is the meaning only waiting? Will
The poem resolve
Our nerveless doubts? Can poetry fill
The void that words involve?
Should we find, and should we know, and should -?
And what if these
Perishing subjunctives are? And could
We be happy and at ease?
Tell us, Heroes, may we hope to find
Calm and control
Over elements, and peace? Are kind
Ways open to the soul?