Addendum
And isn’t it enough that the mind’s caliper
widens to take in a log, can also
accommodate the hollow bones of a blackbird
flying elliptically to pinion a field,
does not overlook the sun bleaching the sky,
or how pinecone trees effloresce
into a highrise of spiny sea urchins and then
handgrenades frozen at the moment of explosion,
and never misses the dark hot muscle of a tuna;
I’ve got lots of sensibility and no common sense;
isn’t it better to lie low while the universe bombards,
to ride out the pendulation of the seasons,
straining not so often to embrace the moon, but more
to render it embraceable; isn’t it enough
that one branch, rocking before a storm, can gather
the lines of twilight like threads in cool fresh sheets;
and isn’t it enough that all creeks flow seaward;
isn’t it enough that riverbanks come in pairs?
źródło: Read A Little Poetry
10.09.2026