THE PARIETAL EDGE
A thud, and a bump.
Things hard and important and
seemingly introduced at will :
the random stroke of the slapping
woodpecker bounding from trunk to trunk,
the callow hammer of the cinderblock man,
breaking great stones with a smash.
Just as the flowers which eventually take root
in the rubble can manage to grow and to blossom,
so the mind - empty of matter it's said at the start -
can be filled with whatever it wants and make shape
and pattern and meaning. A form of the gloved-hand
looking for an owner with five fingers each. You'd think,
'nothing special' - but it takes a very particular search
to find just the right gloved fit.
A thud, and a bump.
Things hard and important and
seemingly introduced at will :
the random stroke of the slapping
woodpecker bounding from trunk to trunk,
the callow hammer of the cinderblock man,
breaking great stones with a smash.
Just as the flowers which eventually take root
in the rubble can manage to grow and to blossom,
so the mind - empty of matter it's said at the start -
can be filled with whatever it wants and make shape
and pattern and meaning. A form of the gloved-hand
looking for an owner with five fingers each. You'd think,
'nothing special' - but it takes a very particular search
to find just the right gloved fit.
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