To feel
waves
must crash
if they thirst for the shore;
they must trip stones smooth,
burst jagged hands,
pierce the stretch strain
of speckled beanskins
learning the ground.
The walker must trip.
2003,
after Las Vegas, Death Valley and Flagstaff, USA
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“Knowledge” appears in Shining in Brightness (2013), my first book of poetry.
It is one of the self-identified process poems that were included as snapshots of my period of adolescent whimsy. They are the very sort of poems a creative writing seminar tutor or professor would probably rip to shreds and ban one from showing to the world. In defiance, I have posted “Knowledge” for you here. I have also posted it because it came to mind while I was preparing Thursday’s post. This is a fresh poem that mentions a trip of a different sort, but also touches on the themes of time and process.
Please do return and read “Time tripped”, the new poem which is scheduled for Thursday.
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