Tuesday, March 9, 2021

Proof

 Here high in the woods 

warm softly dark 

light keeps changing 

venue and shape, 

leaking streaks along 

some lucky branches 

in between 

blinding super nova flashes 

make my body tingle

under their sudden spell--

stop me in its thrall--

which is why 

I come here to worship 

this sleigh of hand,

to feel this power over 

the mundane, to bow 

to impossibility, to inevitable, 

to eternal, to sense my life 

as one branch on one tree 

in endless forests, 

a tiny part 

of the full story 

of a seed igniting 

in a blur of heat 

growing roots, heft, height 

not knowing  

what will happen next, 

that being a mystery 

or quantum mechanics, 

meaning we sense profound 

things that have no proof

outside the heart.  


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