Poem #58

Fleeting joy: an epiphany
in metaphysics…

for Plato

 

When you knew not what a chair was,
but you would see one.
It would depend upon who sat down.
You would follow, and feel
the uncontainable grin
as the full amount of you;
a smiling mouth enveloped all of you!

Now yourself again,
The chair won’t change you;
“It’s just a thing to sit in.”

May 14, 2010

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