Perhaps in wanting to understand
We must abandon wonder
Whether willingly for the sake of rigour and strength
Or unwillingly surrendering to the unexplained
In those bylanes in order to explain
We study, observe dissect
Practise reductionism to the last atom
After that when the head rises up again
Devoid of wonder, innocent lost
It sees natural vastness
Sigh, explains it as infinity
Perhaps an expression of its own exhaustion
Having played with the tiniest
It has lost the power to comprehend
The abundance of which is only a part
glass everywhere...enough to see the
you through to endless realms of self
always longing for somethin’ to be
different than what’s experienced...
waitin’ for what? the orchard’s full
apples drenched, brilliant sun lightens
worms burrow for sweetness
sustenance comes in myriads of form
glittering off lakes of contentedness
throwing sand onto the shore, scrapping
boots of the soul...pools of clarity seen
when blinders are built into this game?
weights sewn in hem of my skirt
takes me farther than I have been...
sinking into the unknown of all that is
reductionism of self down down down I go...