Saturday, June 29, 2019

The Light in Baja 9

The timelessness of Heidegger is interrupted
By talk of conquests real and imagined
While the language itself is still not known
And still masters us with such mathematical precision
We're lost, don't understand
That's how much we've been programmed
Not to think of freedom, for example,
As leaving and being left alone
To nurture and preserve all that orbits
In perfect or eccentric circuits
As the blessed ones of earth, who can,
Because we are able to die, create

The air itself is fire
The water a palette for wind and light
To become everything it feels
In intricate moving mirrors
A trick for poets, one supposes, to learn
While the others drink their words
In plastic cups with straws