The Innisfree Poetry Journal www.innisfreepoetry.org by Oliver Rice
EXCEPTING TIME AND SPACE
In the park
behind the library
it is a pleasant
afternoon.
Winona and her
new friend Harmon,
a junior, on the
debate team,
have taken a
bench out of the sun.
Each has a pad
and pencil.
They are
drafting a postulation.
A proclamation.
A manifesto.
It is true, they
have concurred so far,
true that other
premises may be true,
but it is
tenable that all things,
all events or
circumstances,
existing or
conceivable,
excepting time
and space,
issue from the
primal matter;
tenable, as
well, that each of the elements
is invested with
traits that are invariable
and with a
purpose and a will that are unrelenting,
including
potentials for interaction with other elements;
and tenable,
therefore, that the periodic table
is profoundly,
absolutely amoral.
They gaze, now,
upon the habitat,
awaiting implication. APPARATUS
It is a thing of mysteries. A thing of accretion. Of signs and schematics, lists and categories. Of wedges and levers, chisels and measures and cogs. * One day in 1933 Paul Klee returned to Bern, bearing the proposition that his truth lay hidden at the bottom of things. Or in a dream. One day in that year John Cheever woke at Yaddo, feeling at the bottom of something. * This must not be absurd. Copyright 2006-2012 by Cook Communication |