Seven Thoughts

 Posted by at 2:47 pm  Hitting the Potholes
Jan 312017
 

One

generating power

the turbines tumble into action

images flicker

and watch each other comparing notes

 

Two

words reduced to to background rumble

but not one word in plain sight

nothing distinguished

solo you sail hoping for nothing

 

Three

poetry: a constitution for human life

animals and carnivores

we show our teeth

 

Four

gravitational oppositions

will you bounce into me

like an accident of some sort?

 

Five

yesterday is gone

and in the middle of today

there is the usual evaporation of time

 

Six

and then a way forward (or backward)

will emerge but I cannot

confirm the direction of travel until 2155

 

Seven

let’s say we did our best

in the face of stiff opposition