The Mole and the Thief

A vicious wretch resurrected,
a common criminal carrying
his earthly baggage, his looted goods,
can be in the mood for a change,
desire redemption in kindness,
in a spirit of love;

inspired by the moon
before his dark eyes
he changes his life
from dark to light.

But some creatures need no light,
no rehabilitation;
for some
dark is good enough.

Subtle as God
and profound
in the dark earth,
the mole,
a small creature,
guides his life
underground, goes in
total darkness, doing his work.

He challenges the surface to
operate as well as he the arts
of building, the subtleties of foundations.
Fetter by fetter he throws off;
digs and digs and
his limitations become virtues.
Finally there is no objection
to his blind ways and
his toil is fulfilled, his glory
in the dark earth
becomes perfect and bright
as the sun above, bright
as the surface of polar ice.

Let this change of a life
from good to bad,
this human conversion,
the steadfast mole
stuck in the dark
tell us something,
maybe just one thing;

live and change or
stay the same;

be a lesson to nobody.

About the Author

Jack D. Harvey’s poetry has appeared in Scrivener, Mind In Motion, The Comstock Review, The Antioch Review, The University of Texas Review, The Beloit Poetry Journal and a number of other on-line and in print poetry magazines over the years, many of which are probably kaput by now, given the high mortality rate of poetry magazines. Harvey has been writing poetry since he was sixteen and lives in a small town near Albany, N.Y. He was born and worked in upstate New York. He is retired from doing whatever he was doing before he retired. He once owned a cat that could whistle “Sweet Adeline,” use a knife and fork and killed a postman.